The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

“Oh, I’ll tell ya later. First, I want to show you around.”

I’d been in only one other mid-century modern house before, and it had been in pretty sorry shape. But this one was perfection, with exposed beams across the ceiling, a gigantic stone fireplace, and super sleek furniture. Who the hell was this guy, Carter?

“Great place,” I said.

“Isn’t it? Want to see your bedroom?”

I followed her up an open staircase—admittedly with one eye on her ass the entire time—to a killer room with a comfy-looking bed and flat-screen TV on the wall. Jackpot. I’d be nice and comfortable there.

“You like it?” she asked with a hopeful expression.

“No complaints. None at all.” I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled her to me.

It took every ounce of strength I had to not pull up her dress, yank down her panties, and bury my face between her soft thighs until she creamed all over me.

Somehow managed to hold back, but I knew my resolve would not last long. We either had to get out of my room or get down to business.

I preferred business, but we had other things to take care of, first. Like meeting the other guys, my new housemates. I peeled my hands off her taut little body and brought her fingers to my lips for a kiss.

“You gonna introduce me to the others?” I asked.

“Sure thing. You ready?”

“I’m always ready, baby.” I gave her one of my cheesy winks, and she laughed. I loved that sound. I rustled through my bag to grab something and followed her back down the stairs to a wide-open kitchen where two guys stood drinking Stellas.

I strode in, extending my hand.

“I’m Tanner. Good to meet you. I brought a little something to celebrate.” I produced a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue.

“Whoa, dude. That is seriously generous. I’m Carter, and this is Dig.”

“Welcome aboard, my friend,” Dig said.

“Great place you have here, Carter.”

“I’m very glad to be sharing it with you,” Carter answered. “All of you. We’re just missing Wyatt.”

“Hello. I’m still here,” Jayma said from behind me.

That got a laugh out of everyone.

“Sorry, darlin’,” I said, draping an arm around her shoulder.

“What are we celebrating?” she asked, nodding at the expensive scotch.

I shrugged. “Nothing and everything.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Carter said, pouring each of us a couple fingers.

“Cheers,” I said, “to new friends and adventures.” Glasses clinked all around.

“So Tanner, you work in advertising?” Dig asked.

God that scotch was good. “I do. I’m a desk job kind of guy. Unlike our builder, here.” I pointed at Carter.

“Well, that makes two of us,” Dig said. “I’m in real estate.”

“Oh, nice. What a great field to be in here in San Francisco,” I said.