Page 26 of Wanting the Winger

I do a double take when I see the women’s black satin underwear on top of the pile.Myunderwear.

“You’re doing my laundry.”It comes out as an accusation.

“Yeah.Go pick out a movie.”

He shakes one of my T-shirts and takes his time folding it carefully.It’s weird to see him doing it, but I’m too worn out to argue with him.My laundry is done, and I’m just going to take the win.

I sit down on the leather sectional, Bruce jumping up beside me.He gets comfy while I turn on the TV and select Netflix.

His profile icon is Dwight fromThe Office, one of my favorite shows.I’m about to call into the kitchen and compliment him, but...

My heart sinks as I scan through Bash’s recently watched shows and recommendations.The Bachelor.Bridgerton.The Crown.Outlander.

He has a girlfriend.There’s no way he watched these shows.When he’s home for holidays and visiting my parents’ house, he and Eric only watch ESPN and whatever football games are on.

Is his girlfriend not here right now because I’m here?Guilt washes over me as I imagine Bash telling his girlfriend she can’t Netflix and chill while he has a houseguest.

I’m cockblocking him.And also her.

“Hey.”He sits down beside me, on the opposite side of Bruce.“See anything that looks good?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

He looks taken aback.“No, why?”

I tilt my head, giving him a look.“Don’t bullshit me.You know I’m over my childhood infatuation with you.It’s totally fine if you have a girlfriend, and you don’t need to tell her she can’t come over because of me.I have earplugs.”

His brows shoot up in amusement.“I don’t have a girlfriend.I’m not bullshitting you.”

I frown.“Oh.Recent breakup?”

He shakes his head.“I’m not a relationship guy.Unless Bruce counts.”

Hearing his name, Bruce jumps down from the couch and goes over to Bash, putting his front paws in Bash’s lap.His tail swishes eagerly.

“Yeah, you’re my one and only relationship, Brucey,” Bash croons, cupping his dog’s face.

I look from Bash to the TV screen and then back to Bash again.“What’s up with your Netflix profile, then?”

He looks at the TV and shrugs.“I like shows that relax me.”

My lips part and a laugh slips out.“Bridgerton?You likeBridgerton?”

“I’m team Kanthony.Have you watched it?”

I thought I knew Bash well.But this doesn’t just surprise me; it shocks the hell out of me.

“It’s one of my favorite shows.The spinoff,Queen Charlotte, is perfection.”

“You want to watch it?”

I glance from the TV screen to him, grinning.“It looks like you haveThe Bachelorin progress.”

“You watch it?”

“No.But I can ask you questions and make you miss most of it because you’re so busy explaining things to me.”

“Let’s do it.”

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