IV

I pull away from Rex, his hand lingering on my ass longer than necessary as I go to lock the door.

“What are you doing here, Rex?” I ask him, going into the kitchen. I’m desperate to distract myself from the way he makes me feel. There’s an anticipation of what can happen. He’s a man in my apartment in the middle of the night.

He follows me to the kitchen, his size swallowing me in the open space. There’s barely enough space between my slim dining table that only seats two and the counter where I sit an empty glass I’ve pulled from the cabinet. Rex approaches me, his presence dominating and strong. I want him to kiss me. Forget answering questions.

He takes the lapels of my robe, holding it open for a moment, dragging his gaze up and down my body before sliding the robe back in place to cover me.

“You shouldn’t answer the door like that,” he says.

I shrug. “I wasn’t. I was going to yell from this side of it that I was fine and go back to bed.”

Rex hooks a finger under my chin, tilting