Flirt With Me (With Me in Seattle 17)

“I can help with that.”

Before I can decline the offer, Hunter hurries through the house with me, buttoning it up so we can move on to the next property.

I lock the front door and turn to him. “Okay, I think we’re ready to move on.”

“I’ll be right behind you.”

I pause when I see the vehicle he’s driving. The gorgeous, flashy car.

“Is that a Rolls Royce?”

He flashes that smile again. “Yeah.”

“May I ask what you do for a living, Mr. Meyers?”

The smile leaves his face, and he stares at me with skepticism. “You don’t know?”

I shake my head. “Should I?”

“The bartender…he knew.”

“Well, given that my brother and I don’t share a brain—and thank God for that little mercy—I can say that I’m not aware of who you are. Aside from Hunter Meyers from Seattle. And you drive a Rolls. Oh, and you like chicken wings. And you flirt with waitresses.”

His lips twitch now. “I don’t always flirt with waitresses. I was a mixed martial arts fighter until recently.”

“That explains the muscles.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, but Hunter doesn’t seem to mind.

He laughs and then nods. “I guess so. Noticed the muscles, did you?”

“I mean, they look like they’re going to bust through that T-shirt.”

His grin widens, and he crosses his arms over his chest, making the muscles even more prominent.

I’m not blind. I’m a red-blooded woman. Hunter is hot with a capital H. The kind of hot that melts panties and makes a girl daydream about things.

“I’m fascinated by whatever is going through your head right now,” he says, clearly enjoying himself.

If I don’t move us along, I’ll drag him inside and have my way with him.

“Let’s just go look at the other houses.”

I turn my back on him and get into my car, starting it up. When he’s done the same, I pull out of the driveway and head toward house number two.

On the way there, I call the realtor representing my dream house and set up a showing for tomorrow. Then, I quickly Google my client, just so I’m not completely blind, and continue to make a fool of myself.

Well, of course, Keegan knew who he was. Keegan watches all of those fights. Even plays them in the pub. But I don’t really pay attention. Still, Keegan should have said something. He saw me flirt with the man. Aren’t brothers supposed to say something?

We pull up to the next house, and I get out of my car, trying not to fidget when I feel Hunter stand close behind me as I unlock the front door.

“All of the homes you’re interested in have great views of the water,” I inform him as we walk inside. “This one also has a pool, which is heated and in a pool house because of the cold weather here.”

I tell him all about the many great things the property has to offer and then let him explore. Out of all of the homes I’ll be showing him, this is the largest.

It’s a lot of house for one person.

Especially when it’s a vacation house.

But, I learned a long time ago not to judge.

“Okay, this isn’t bad,” he says when he returns to the kitchen a few minutes later. “I like the pool, but I’m not crazy about where the master suite is. No water view.”

“You could change it,” I suggest. “Convert the two bedrooms that face the water into a master suite. Or, you could add a brand-new addition onto the main level down here with great views.”

“True.” He nods thoughtfully, looking around the space. “Okay, this stays on the list.”

“Great.” Hope takes root in my chest that he won’t choose the house that I want. I’m so close to buying it, I can taste it. “We have one more on our list for today.”

“And then you should have dinner with me tonight,” he says smoothly.

“I don’t usually date clients.” I cringe and shake my head. “I really should have asked for your name last night.”

“I didn’t ask you on a date,” he counters and walks out of the house ahead of me. “It’s just dinner. We can discuss house buying and call it a business meeting. See? Not a date at all.”

I raise a brow and lock the door behind us. “What a clever offer. Unfortunately, I can’t have dinner with you. Or a meeting. I’m busy tonight.”

His eyes narrow. “Are you already taken?”

“I beg your pardon?”

That cocky grin flashes again and makes my stomach clench.

Damn it, he’s sexy. Potent. Dangerous.

“You can beg all you want,” he murmurs, and then seems to shake himself out of his thoughts. “Are you attached to someone?”

I tilt my head. “You know, that’s a rather archaic way of asking me if I have someone in my life, Mr. Meyers.”

“Hunter.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, no. Not married. I definitely wouldn’t have flirted with you the way I did last night if I were in a relationship. That’s just…gross.”