Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

I spin around and yank open the door before I can think about it any longer. Zenny gives me a sunny smile and pushes by, leaving that delicate rose scent in her wake. I have to fight myself not to sniff the air like a wolf after she walks past me and props herself against the back of my sofa. I pick up my crumpled suit jacket off the floor and hold it in front of my crotch, a move straight from the Adolescent Boy Playbook. You’re thirty-six, not thirteen, I have to remind myself. Fucking act like it. Luckily, Zenny doesn’t seem to notice my odd jacket pose. Instead, she seems taken with my apartment, gazing with large eyes at the clean, minimalist space. I look around myself, seeing it as she would—the stained concrete floors and giant windows, the long, low lines of the furniture—and I feel a spike of pride. It is a pretty nice place, even though it’s really nothing more than a convenient place to sleep and shower before I go back out to conquer the world.