You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors 1)

“I know the house anyway,” she mumbled. “The agent gave us a tour.”

“Yes, but it didn’t have any furniture back then.”

“You’re right. Okay, let me finish this up and you can give me a tour of the kingdom.”

I chuckled, helping her up after she emptied the glass. We covered the rooms where Leonie had set up home offices for us, then the guest room she was sleeping in and the one where I’d put the treadmill once it was delivered before coming to the master bedroom where I’d taken up residence.

“Wow, this room is even bigger than I remember,” Josie said in wonder.

“I sleep on the left side of the bed... not sure if you’ll ever need that detail, but there it is. So the right side would be yours.”

She met my gaze, then quickly looked away. Damn, she was blushing, and she looked gorgeous. This was intimate information, and as a friend, she wouldn’t know.

“You only sleep on one side? That’s a waste of a big bed.” Tilting her head, she gave me a sly smile. “Besides, I sleep on the left side too, even though I kind of roll around everywhere. So you’d have to switch to the right.”

“Or... I could convince you to switch sides.”

She waved her hand. “No chance.”

“I can be very convincing.”

“So you keep saying.”

“You want proof?”

I knew I shouldn’t go any nearer, and still I did. I stepped so close that I could smell the faint strawberry scent of her shower gel. Her breath caught. She licked her lower lip, then laughed nervously, turning to peek inside the bathroom.

I couldn’t wait to see her reaction. She’d showered in the guest bathroom today.

“Wow. Wow. You have a Jacuzzi. This wasn’t here before.”

“Leonie had it installed.”

“I think I’m in love with her. I call dibs on it on Friday evening.”

I laughed. “Whaaaat?”

“You heard me.”

“We’ll negotiate.”

She spun around, zeroing in on me. “Negotiate what? I want one evening, you have six others to choose from.”

I tilted my head, feeling the overwhelming urge to make her blush again.

“Maybe I only want to be in it when you are.”

For a few seconds, she didn’t say anything. She was so close that I had to clasp my hands behind my back to resist the urge to touch her.

Clearing her throat, she said, “Friday’s mine. I don’t want you cramping my style, Hunter.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

She let out a shaky breath, averting her gaze.

Did I know what I was doing? Not a fucking clue, but I didn’t seem to know how to stop either.

“Leonie put all your clothes in my dressing room. Let’s just take everything to the guest room,” I suggested.