Page 72 of Wild Blades

The realtor steps into the living area and I fold my arms across myself while I make my way over to admire the view of the city.

“How do we feel about this one, Mr. Collins?” Gemma has the patience of a saint, full of ideas and suggestions to make the interiors of each of the apartments we’ve viewed better.

“I’ve seen five apartments now. I think I want a house. Something with a front and back yard,” Wade drawls as if deep in thought.

“Let’s have a look,” Gemma replies cheerily.

She really wants to make this sale. The commission alone would easily buy her and ten friends an all-inclusive five-star trip to the Bahamas with spending money to spare.

I look over my shoulder at Wade and Gemma huddled together while they browse through the listing she has on her tablet.

A similar age to Wade, Gemma is gorgeous. Blond, dimples, petite, all hearts in her eyes around Wade, completely star struck.

Gemma is more his type. I know this because she looks like his ex. Having scrolled Wade’s socials, I found several photos of him and Amelia, and of course, she would be beautiful.

That’s how I know Wade and Gemma would make a cute couple.

“This one has just gone on the market. It comes fully furnished for a quick sale. Four bedrooms, a game room, cinema, and it’s situated on one of the finest streets southwest of the city. Only thirty minutes from the rink, during rush hour, perhaps a little more. But it would give you…”

I fade Gemma’s voice out as I consider my recent life choices.

Why the hell would Wade be interested in someone like me?

I don’t know what I’ve been thinking.

I’m old.

Too old for him.

He should be with someone like Gemma.

But that’s none of my business.

Letting out a huge sigh, I focus my attention on the cityscape below and lean my hip against the floor-to-ceiling window. I wish I were ten years younger.

But I’m not, so whatever.

I’m a complication Wade doesn’t need, and I sure don’t need any complications. Not with clients, or negative publicity, or Michael. Not anything. I want smooth sailing and an easy life filled with harmony with zero hiccups. That’s why I returned to Canada. The whole point of me setting up my business was to give me control.

I feel anything but in control since Wade Collins stepped into my life.

More like out of control, especially since he gave me an intense orgasm without actually touching my bare flesh. Seeing, then feeling his big thick cock for the first time made me want to return the favor and provide the ultimate pleasure by giving him a blow job he’ll remember for days, maybe weeks after.

That’s about the only thing I did have control over, because the desire I feel for him is growing stronger with each passing day. It’s raging like an out-of-control wildfire, through my veins and between my legs.

Gawd, what is wrong with me?

“I like that one. Looks great. Whereabouts is this exactly?” Wade’s voice cuts through my musings.

“Willowmere Drive.” Gemma almost sings her reply.

My ears prick up.That’s the street I live on. Hell no.

I turn around to face him.

My heart melts on impact.Why does he have to be so goddamn handsome?

It’s bad enough that I’m practically spending every day with him, but at least when I go home, I remove myself from his orbit and kid myself, until I wake up the next day, into believing that I’m just imagining thisthingbetween us.

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