“What do you want, Peter?” Harriet asked as she paused scrubbing her nail ridges against the nail buffer and yawned at the thought of the man sitting on the opposite bed that was required for his best friend. His explanation for coming here was no rather than her. But, she was absent, and there was no urgency inside him to see her even though it was his obligation to find her out.
Peter didn't tear his gaze from those sexy girls of the magazine page. “None of your business.” He whined as he continued observing the curviest figure he had ever seen.
“Let me remind you... it's my room.” Harriet gritted her teeth. His attitude had pissed her off. Until now, this brat survived his life being a nosy one. Suddenly, he won't turn cold. It was not even winter.
Flipping a page, Peter let out a so
