I look at
Kade, eager to see who else lives here. He looks a lot like James, with his white blond hair and blue eyes. His hair is longer than James, down to his chin, and slightly wavy. They are definitely related. Derek has brown hair and deep brown eyes, and is very handsome and muscular. Hell, they all are. Hotness overload. A soft sigh escapes me. They all say hi to me and offer me some pizza and beer, which I politely decline.
“Oh, are you one of
those
girls?” Kade asks with a smirk.
“What kind of girls are you referring to?” I say, eyes narrowed.
“You know, won’t eat in front of a guy, or maybe just counting
every
single calorie,” he says, and I can hear the challenge in his tone.
I burst out laughing. While yes I am a little shy, which would be part of the reason I declined, but the main reason was that I’m not very hungry. He raises his eyebrow at my laughter.
“Since we will be living together, you will be able to see for yourself that I am neither of the type of girls you mentioned. But way to stereotype Kade,” I retort. “Trust me, I eat a lot. You’re going to see something special,” I say with a wink. Kade chuckles, slapping his hand on the table.
“So where are you from Layla?”
Kade asks, his voice now husky and low.
“Umm, well my mother is Sri Lankan and my dad’s Australian. They live a couple hours down south from here.”
My hair is long, thick and black, my skin tanned and my eyes almond and brown, hinting at some sort of mixed ethnicity. James walks over to me and affectionately wraps a lock of my hair around his fingers.
“Can you cook?” he asks with a devilish smile.
I laugh and look into three pairs of hopeful eyes.
“Sorry, but, not at all.” I’m holding back a laugh, because they all look heartbroken. I can in fact cook, but I don’t tell them that.
Kade sighs dramatically. “That’s okay, good thing we have a drawer full of menu’s.”
“It is 2013 you know, you can pick up a frying pan and learn to cook yourselves,” I say simply, “gender equality and all that.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Kade snickers.
James chuckles, “
Layla’s already busting balls.”
“I think you are just what this house needs Layla,” Derek says, giving me small smile.
Kade gives Derek a reprimanding look. “Don’t even think about flirting with our new roomie Derek, she’s way smarter than that.”
Kade
folds his arms over his broad chest, drawing my eyes to his ripped arms. I glance up at him to see his eyes twinkling. Busted. I shrug it off, “Come on you’re all pretty sexy,” I blurt out.
Crap, did I just say that?
Masculine approval all around. Yes, I guess I did.
“But
Kade is right, I am smarter than that.” I throw a wink at Kade.
He grins, opens a beer and hands it to me. This time I accept.
Kade sticks his beer out to me and I clink it with mine, giggling.
These guys are good fun. We all make small talk. Play a bit of
PS3, in which I must say, I am not too bad. I excuse myself and go unpack and shower. I wonder which of the boys I’m sharing a bathroom with, considering there is masculine products all over the place. After calling my parents and assuring them all is well, I jump in bed and fall asleep.