Page 47 of The Most Perfect Wrong

I roll my eyes, pressing the button for the fifteenth floor. “I know, but I didn’t know if… you know… you had to get ready or something.”

She laughs as the door opens. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like we’re going on a date. I’d never need to—” she makes air quotes, “‘get ready’ for you.”

We walk down the hall together, and it takes everything in me not to lose my shit right now. I’m already teetering on the ledge—just waiting to be pushed off the cliff.

“Whatever. Just meet me in the lobby in fifteen minutes.”

She doesn’t respond, just swipes her key card and disappears inside. I take a deep breath and open the door to my room, already savoring the next ten minutes of peace without her.

Seventeen minutes later, I’m in the lobby, about to text her when she steps off the elevator—and goddamn, she looksincredible. She looksveryready. Professional and sexy as hell. She’s wearing one of those… I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s all one piece. Whatever—it’s black, sleeveless, and shows every curve, especially her tits. She’s got a coat draped over her arm, and looks ready to take on the world.

“You ready?” she says coolly.

“This is younotgetting ready?” I snide.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t getting ready, VP. I said I wasn’t getting ready foryou.”

“Right.” Why does it feel like that'sexactlywhat she did? I wave my arm out in front of me. “After you.”

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The first property was a bust. We’re now at the second location with the realtor. I like it, Cooper does not.

“What don’t you like about it?” I ask, needing to know she’s not just trying to be disagreeable.

“I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right, you know?” She turns to the realtor. “The vibe’s off.”

“The vibe’s off?” I repeat, skeptical. “How are we supposed to rationally pick a building when you’re just going offvibes?”

“That’s not all I’m going off. But yeah, I think it’s an important detail. It has tofeelright.”

“Right. Because you’re such a good judge of character,” I mutter under my breath.

“I heard that,” she says coldly.

The realtor looks between us. Her name is Kellie, and she’s in her mid-thirties. She and Cooper hit it off immediately, chatting like old friends.

“I completely understand, Cooper. It has tospeakto you,” Kellie chimes in.

“Yes! Exactly!” Cooper exclaims, grinning. “Don’t mind him. He hasn’t been laid in a long time.”

They both laugh.

Holy fuck. I’m in hell—a girlfriend’s retreat, and I’m their target practice. This is going to be a long week.

They lower their voices to a whisper, probably thinking I can’t hear them, but everything echoes in here.

“Well, I could fix that for him. Is he single?” Kellie asks Cooper.

“Yeah, but… he’s gay.”

Typical.Add cockblocker to the growing list of names I’ve got for her.

“Of course he is. The hot ones always are,” Kellie says.

I can’t help but laugh to myself.

“You’re not wrong there,” Cooper agrees.

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