Autumn paced her living room, filled with conflicting emotions. Why was she so indecisive with Seneka Elkhorn? Part of her wanted to believe him. Another part didn’t care if he had actually slept with the blonde. Her sense of independence insisted she never see him again.

Her apartment bell rang and she knew it was him even before she walked to the door to look out the peep-hole. “I don’t have anything to say to you,” she said through the door.

“Well, I have plenty to say to you. Open the door.”

“I’m not going to—”

“Open the door!”

She blinked. Who the hell did he think he was talking to? “If you think you can—”

“Open the goddamn door now, Autumn!”

The air pulsed with the words or else. The unspoken words should have pissed her off. They excited her instead. She unlocked the door.

He stepped inside, slamming the door behind him.

She sucked in an angry breath. “Why the hell do you keep slamming my damn door?”

“I’m going to tell you for the last time that I didn’t sleep with Karen.”

She believed him. If he had, why would he keep coming back to her? But maybe it was time to play a little hard to get. “It doesn’t matter how many ways you say it, Seneka, I know what I heard.”

“Then know what you see as well.” He pushed away from the door and surprised her by taking off his jacket and tossing it on the floor. His shirt and undershirt followed.

Oh, God, what a beautiful torso. A narrow waist danced up to ripped abs and wide shoulders. He could easily pose for Ripped Magazine.

He lifted his arms and turned slowly. “Do you see any damned nail marks on me?”

She moistened her lips. “No, but then she said the marks were on your ass,” she said, amazed at how easily the lie passed her lips.

“She said that?”

Autumn nodded. “She said every time she dug her nails in your ass, you…dug your cock deeper in her.”

“My cock wasn’t anywhere near her damned pussy.”

“And I’m supposed to take your word over hers?”

He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants.

Her heart raced as she watched him pull off his trousers.

He wore boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and did nothing to conceal his erection. Lord, he looked big and thick—just as the damned blonde had said.

“Satisfied?”

“How can I be? Your ass is still covered.”

“Are you sure it’s my ass you want to see, Autumn?”

Her cheeks burned. She shrugged. “If you have something to hide or to be ashamed of…”

“There’s nothing under here I need to be ashamed of.”

“No?”

Locking his gaze with hers, he took off his briefs.