Sitting back, my elbow collides with a shirtless, male body stretched out at my side, and like a record scratch, I recoil to see who the fuck is in my bed. When I recognize his face, my teeth grind. “Get out!” Planting my foot on Rick’s side, I push hard, sending him falling to the floor with a loud groan taking all the blankets with him. “What the fuck?” His voice is muffled from inside the roll of sheets, but I don’t care. “What the fuck is right!” I shade my eyes. “There’s not enough alcohol in Manhattan for me to sleep with you. Why are you in my bed?”
