Megan's words pissed her off. She didn't want to feel attracted to Rhyn. She wanted him to find someone else, but the thought of that happening made her furious. No one else would share his incredible kiss…or anything else that might happen between them. Her heart fluttered at the thought.
"Aisha wouldn't want him," Katie said with more calmness than she felt. "He's…you know, small."
Megan looked ready to laugh but smiled widely instead.
"You can say you haven't slept with him. I won't tell," she said. "I'll tell Aisha to back off anyway."
Katie flushed without answering. She gathered her things and left. Rhyn was standing outside the door, and she passed him without a look. He trailed her through the halls. She wasn't the only one who stopped traffic and conversations. She expected someone to be angry that there was a man in the women's wing. Instead, the women gave him open looks of lust and approval, as if he were the hunted and they the lionesses lining up to take their turns at him.
She was scared to turn around, almost as if afraid he'd be passing out his phone number to every lithe, beautiful Amazonian they passed. She wouldn't put it past him. He wasn't known for his morality or virtues. They reached her room, and she threw down her shower things on the bed, agitated. The door closed softly behind him. She was surprised he made it and wasn't screwing one of the Amazons in the hall.
"I need to put on some clothes. Please turn around," she said.
"Nope."
She faced him, suddenly overly aware of how small the room was and the fact that he leaned against the only way out. He watched her with an intensity that made her blood quicken and her nipples harden. She crossed her arms. He wore the long-sleeve knit shirt, snug enough to show his physique without clinging to it, the snug jeans low on his lean hips.
"What do you want, Rhyn?"
"My room, too," he said.
"What? No. You have to go to the men's wing."
"Nope."
He lowered a backpack from his shoulder to the bed, nearing her. She all but jumped away.
"Scared, little girl?" he growled without looking up.
"Scared, no. Suspecting you're in the women's wing to get something other than sleep, yes."
He looked at her closely, a slow smile spreading across his face. He pulled out a small stack of clothing from the backpack and peeled off his shirt, displaying the lean, muscular body beneath. She stared, awed. He caught her and said nonchalantly, "Only one woman in this wing I'll fuck."