The Blueprint (Rules of Possession #1)

by S.E. Harmon

He glanced over at me. “Everything okay?” “Yeah. Why?” “You’re moving around like you have ants in your pants.” The big ole boner in my pants would send those poor ants screaming for the hills.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” I stuck a hand on my hip. “Didn’t I tell you to leave?” “Yes. I think some crazy person who looked a lot like you started throwing my stuff around. If that’s what you mean.”

“You’re going out on a date?” “It’s not a date. And what would it matter to you if I did?” “You… you said that you love me,” he finally blurted. “Thanks for throwing that back in my face. I’d almost finished the stitches on my aorta.”

I should’ve known he was lying to me. Mostly because Bel Biv Devoe had it right—never trust a big butt and a smile.

I also decided how I was going to kill Connor, and I had a plausible place to dispose of his body. Professor Cannon. In the library. With a lead pipe.

They would call my biography Dying Alone. I’d be played by Jason Statham. I look absolutely nothing like him, of course, but it’s my final wish, so I want what I want.

I wondered what the hell kind of magnet Kelly had on his person. All I wanted to do was get up and go talk to him. Ask about his day. Ogle his pert ass in those fitted pants a little bit. Maybe get close enough to sniff his hair? Normal roommate kinds of things.

“Are you going to the club?” “Of course not. What gave you that idea?” He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his outfit—all the way to his sexy bare feet. “I just thought I’d take my pants out on a walk.”