Roommates to Kill

Living with the Devil

Sebastian St. James needed taking down a peg or two, so I took him on. Only, he liked it.
Before I knew it, my dress was hiked up to my neck. Apparently, he wanted to give me a workout too. This little escapade didn't go according to my plan at all. We both agreed to part ways like adults. No strings attached. Except I couldn't stand how easily he walked away. So, I dealt with my disappointment like any reasonable woman. I went to one of his book signings and threw coffee in his face. Then I hit my head trying to escape his security and passed out. When I came to, I was in Sebastian's house. He offered me a job: to stay in his palace and look after his cat. I wish I could say I told him where to go. But I needed the work more than I was willing to admit. So now I'm living with an obnoxiously handsome flatmate I want to both strangle and ride. But there's nothing to worry about. He doesn't have “time for relationships.” Not at all. He just sulks, scowls, and bosses me around. But it wouldn't be me if things didn't get complicated. I'm pregnant. You might be wondering who the father is. I’ll give you a little hint. The baby will probably be born with cute little horns and a pitchfork.