He was surprised when she snatched the cigarette from his lips and then simply amused as she seemed uncertain of what to do with it. His room door closed with a resounding click and then he heard her running the water in the bathroom and he chuckled, taking a drink of his Jack and Coke and plopping down in a chair. He would try to remember not to smoke around her but was unwilling to make any promises.
The blush he saw on her cheeks brought a mischievous grin to his lips as he listened to her stammer through her explanation of running late. He believed her, really he did but that didn't mean he wasn't going to continue to give her shit.
"Yeah, you're number. Your little plan, your tricks," he teased. "You tell me you don't want to sleep with me and then you come here dressed in those tight little pants. I get it, you're playing hard to get then turning it on. I can play too," he drawled.