My One And Only (Very Irresistible Bachelors 5)

Liam: Thought so. Are you at the new store the whole day?

Tess: Yes. It’s quiet here, and some furniture will be delivered this afternoon.

Liam: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Holy shit. If he keeps at this, my poor heart is just going to explode.

Liam: David just found out about us. Becca filled him in. He’s mocking me. Says I’m more human since I’m going out with you, because I actually want to take breaks.

Tess: I love that you’re giving me credit for that : )

Liam: I’m giving you credit for a lot more, but David doesn’t need to know so many details.

Tess: Liam, if we keep texting, we’re both going to fall behind on our work. You’re distracting me.

Liam: I know. It’s worth it, though.

To my astonishment, he stopped texting after that. I was suspicious of the sudden silence, but on the bright side, I got so much done.

But I missed the butterflies in my stomach every time a new message popped up.

Decisions, decisions.

If I messaged him, I wouldn’t get much done. If I didn’t, I’d just keep wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking.

My inner monologue was cut short by the arrival of a delivery truck. Our office furniture was being delivered!

As they unloaded the desks, chairs, and bookshelves, I snapped about a gazillion pics and sent them to Skye. The delivery company also took care of assembling the furniture, so half an hour later, our office was done.

The cherrywood desks and white leather chairs were situated opposite each other with generous space in the center. The second the guys left, I sat down in my chair, spinning once. It was super comfy, and I could lean all the way back until I was almost in a lying position.

After testing every single function of my posh chair, I took a short video before sending it to Skye.

Tess: Everything is so pretty!!!

Skye: It looks even better in our office than it looked online.

Tess: I know!

A knock at the front door caught my attention. I couldn’t see who it was from the office, but maybe the delivery guys had forgotten something.

Nope, it was just Liam in front of the store, holding a laptop in one hand, wiggling his eyebrows at me. Holy hell, I barely kept myself from checking if my panties hadn’t spontaneously combusted. He looked a bit different than usual, but I couldn’t say why. His body language was a little stiff, and his eyes lacked the usual sparkle.

If I thought his messages had made me giddy, it was nothing compared to how I felt when he walked inside the store. I was drunk on him, pure and simple.

I parked a hand on my waist, jutting out a hip.

“What are you doing here?” I asked playfully.

“You told me not to message you anymore because it’s distracting.”

“Oh, and you think you being here isn’t?”

He pointed to his laptop. “Nope. We both work. Flirt a little in between. Win-win.”

“Aha. That’s not distracting at all.”

“It’s the best I can do. I’ve been fighting with myself all afternoon, barely keeping from texting you all the time, and then I figured out the problem.”