“Can’t blame you.”
I jumped several feet into the air when I heard his deep voice. “Oh geez…” I turned to see Zach standing there in just his sweatpants, his ripped physique all tanned and hard. His hair was a little damp like he’d just gotten out of the shower. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were home. I would have knocked—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s a nice surprise—a beautiful woman bringing me food.”
I gave a polite smile then put the heels back on.
“Don’t do that for me. You could be naked, and I still wouldn’t care.”
Cleo warned me this would happen, that some of the tenants would hit on me, and she was right on the money. There were quite a few young billionaires in the building, playboys who were always looking for a good time. Zach was super handsome, so he didn’t need to hit on his concierge, but it was still flattering when he did. “Well, I’d be cold, so…”
“Ooh.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Even better.”
I smiled then got back to work, putting away his groceries.
He continued to stand there and watch me. “How’s your day?”
“Good. Yours?”
“If it wasn’t good, would you tell me?”
No. “Probably not.”
He smiled, showing that handsome smile. “Got to leave the office early today, so my day was really good.”
“Have any plans tonight?”
“Football.”
“That sounds nice.”
“You know what sounds really nice?” he asked. “Us getting dinner.”
I rolled my eyes as I put away the last of his groceries. “I’m sure you have plenty of other women on your hook to take to dinner. You don’t need me.”
“Yeah, but they don’t have that smile and those gorgeous eyes…in addition to all your other gorgeous features.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, showing that sexy, brooding nature I liked.
It was ironic that this place was crawling with handsome eligible bachelors, but they were all off-limits—including Dex. “I actually have a date tonight.”
He shook his head. “You could have a better date…”
I chuckled slightly then closed all the pantry doors. “I’m flattered, but not gonna happen.”
He covered his heart with his big hands, making a cringe like a bullet pierced his flesh. “Oh baby, you’re breaking my heart.” His smile returned, his eyes playful.
“Come on, you don’t get your heart broken. You’re the one who breaks hearts.”
He lowered his hands and gave a shrug. “You got me there.”
“I already had my heart broken recently, and I’m not eager to do it again so soon.” I left the kitchen and headed to the front door.
He followed me. “What happened?”
I opened the door and turned back to him. “Found out he was married…with two kids.”
He cringed, and this time, it seemed sincere. “What a dick. Same thing happened to me one time. I was dating this woman, and I found out she was married when her husband jumped me as I walked out of the building.”
“Oh geez…”
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “Don’t get married if you aren’t going to be married, you know?”
Maybe this guy wasn’t as much of a player as I thought. “Yeah.”
“Well, thanks for the groceries.” He gave me a wink before turning back into his residence. “And if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”
A guy asked me out at the grocery store. I was running an errand for a client, and we stood in line together at the checkout counter. He was handsome and easy to talk to, and he made a few jokes about the items in my cart, so I agreed to it.
It was time to get back on the horse.
We met at a bar, something casual and cheap. He told me about his contracting business, though he talked about himself a lot. But he was nice enough and had a nice smile. He was no Dex but still worth my time.
I must have been thinking about Dex more than I should because my eyes flicked across the bar, and I saw him sitting there at a table, talking to a couple guys. I blinked a few times and narrowed my eyes, thinking my mind was playing tricks on me.
But nope. It was him.
He sat across from them with a dark IPA in front of him, wearing a long-sleeved olive-green sweater that fit his sculpted shoulders nicely. There was a smile on his lips, but it wasn’t the bright and vibrant one he used to wear. He dropped his gaze a lot but inserted a laugh when it was appropriate. Maybe he fooled his friends, but from where I sat across the bar, he didn’t fool me.
“My dad wanted me to work in an office, but I’d rather do stuff with my hands. And I like being my own boss. I don’t think I could ever work for someone else.”