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addicting book Jade had gifted me. It was actually a ménage romance. I didn’t normally read such kinky stuff, but she was adamant that I would love it, especially since it was about two men and a woman instead of the other way around. I ended up getting really into it—so much so, that I somehow fell asleep after pleasuring myself to one of the hottest scenes.
    The sound of the smoke alarm, and the smell of burning cheese caused me to jolt up from the tub. Grabbing a towel, I ran to the kitchen to find flames shooting from my toaster oven. It was on fire!
    Panicking, I grabbed a bowl and began to fill it with water. Before I had a chance to dump the water onto anything, my door burst open. The next thing I knew, Damien was charging toward me with an extinguisher and yelling at me to get back.
    Everything happened so fast. I just stood there numb, clutching the towel around me as he doused the flames.
    When the fire was fully out, Damien and I both stood there in silence looking at the charred remains of my beloved toaster oven. The damage was mostly contained to the oven itself, but the countertop looked like it might have been charred a bit, too.
    I coughed from the smoke.
    “What the fuck,” he muttered, still staring at the scene of the disaster.
    “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for whatever damage was done to the counter. I—”
    “How did this happen?”
    “Frozen lasagna…it burned.”
    “No. I mean… how did it happen?”
    “I was reading a book in the bathtub and—”
    “You were reading in the tub,” he interrupted, gritting his teeth. “You were READING in the tub while you were also cooking something that almost burned my goddamn building down?”
    “No. You don’t understand. I—”
    Damien started to charge toward the bathroom.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I want to see what book is so important that it nearly cost you your life.”
    Fuck.
    No.
    Fuck!
    It was too late. He’d already picked up my Kindle off the floor. My heart was beating faster than it probably ever had.
    After he took a look at the title and swiped through a few pages, he turned to me and laughed incredulously. “Nice. Real nice. The apartment was about to burn down while you were in here reading about two guys drilling a girl in every orifice,” he huffed before tossing the Kindle aside. He was half-smiling when he said, “You little perv.”
    Mortified could not even begin to describe how I was feeling. I wanted to cry, but I was too frozen in shock to form tears.
    “I fell asleep. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
    “What would’ve happened if I wasn’t home?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t want to even think about it.” The shock must have worn off a bit, because the first teardrop fell from my eyes.
    Damien let out a deep breath when he noticed me crying. “Fuck. Don’t cry.”
    “I’m really sorry about this.”
    Damien left the bathroom and began going around and opening all of the windows. Still dressed in only a towel, I followed him around like an idiot.
    “The apartment needs to air out. It’s not good to breathe this shit in,” he said.
    “Okay.”
    “Do you eat pizza?” he asked.
    That was a random question. He was so unpredictable.
    “Yes.”
    “Get dressed then come next door. Give the smoke a chance to dissipate.”
    Damien grabbed the extinguisher and left the apartment just as fast as he’d barreled through it.
    Did he just invite me over for dinner after I almost burned his building down?
    Coughing, I ran to my room and changed, choosing a tiny black sundress. I felt stupid for even attempting to get dolled up when Damien was just offering me shelter and food after my near-disaster. But for some reason, I wanted to look good.
    Could this night have been any stranger?
     
    ***
     
    My palms were sweaty as I stood outside his door.
    Get it together, Chelsea.
    Knocking lightly, I took a deep breath in.
    The door opened sooner than I was ready for.
    “Well, if it