Page 11 of Gorgeous

Right. I have work to do. Like, maybe “accidentally” running into Cade Jameson.

“Okay. Love you, both of you, even if your opinions on Ragnarok suck.”

“Bye, B. Behave yourself.” They snicker and hang up.

Pocketing my phone, I straighten to my full height, acting like I belong here.Be cool, B. You got this shit.

I round the front of the house, noticing several caterers filing through the front door of the beautiful white plantation house. I’m guessing this entrance is the best place to ask someone where to put these pies. I bound up the creaking steps and notice the front porch isfreshly painted, the banisters wrapped in tiny white lights for the wedding. Pink flowers are nestled into planters every few feet, creating an old country elegance. It’s simple and beautiful.

Sigh. I want a wedding. I mean, I need a man first but what’s the harm in a dry run sans the man? Weddings make me feel magical, like I’m a princess—

“Excuse me.” I startle at the deep voice in front of me. “Can I help you?”

Black dress shoes are where my eyes start. Then they drift up muscular legs that bulge at the seam of his dress pants, letting you know he loves to do leg presses. Farther up his beautiful body, a lean torso is hugged by a white button-down shirt, left open, drawing attention to a deep tan. His eyes, my God … they’re almost golden in color. And his mouth is … frowning. At me.

Right. He asked me a question and I’m standing here like I’m star struck.

Get it together, Breck.

I plaster on a smile and extend my hand, which unfortunately is stained an ugly shade of purple from smashing up blueberries all day yesterday. “I’m Breck. I have pies.”

O.M.G. Did I seriously just say I have pies?

“I mean—” He stares at my outstretched hand and takes it after a beat of awkward silence. “Can I start over?” I plead, trying to bury my head in my collarbone. My first big job ever and I blow it. Sue will never forgive me if I ruin any future business for her.

The McCallister Jameson Foundation hosts huge fundraisers, and it would be nice if we could do more business with them, but my nerves at being in Cade’s house betray me. That’s it; I’m destined to be a waitress for the rest of my life. My hand trembles and I look up to see the handsome stranger who opened the door is laughing.

“Come on, Breck, who has pies.” Oh, great, a new nickname. “I’ll show you to the kitchen.”

A sigh escapes with my smile of appreciation. “Thank you.”

He leads the way and I’m happy to report that his ass looks just as good as the rest of him.

“I’m Mason, by the way.”

I jerk to attention, praying he didn’t just catch me checking out his rear end.

“Hi, Mason. It’s nice to meet you,” I recover smoothly even though my voice sounds timid as I follow him through the halls, heading for what I hope will be the kitchen.

The interior of the house is just as precious as the outside, with light colors and family photos making up most of the decor on the walls. I guess when your foundation comprisesof six men, you learn to keep it simple.

“Here we are.”

I take in the clean kitchen with stainless steel appliances. But what grabs my attention is the two guys at the breakfast table with a bottle of Jack between them.

“One pussy for the rest of your life, man,” the blond teases the dark headed stranger with magnificent blue eyes who I happen to know is Theo Von Bremen, the retired two-time Cy Young winning pitcher. I may or may not stalk his Instagram page.

And, no, the whole reason is not because he has an ass I could bounce a quarter off of. Bennett liked his team. That’s the truth, somewhat.

Theo doesn’t answer his friend. Instead, he slams back a shot and then does his friend’s shot too.

“Ah, shit.” Mason touches my shoulder with a groan. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I nod, entranced by the two at the table, and secretly admire the forearm porn going on as they slam back another round of Jack.

“The same tired blow job for eternity.”

Theo, who apparently will have the same tired mouth and pink taco until death do him part, takes another shot while the other hot-ass laughs, continuing to taunt him with fucked up wedding comments.

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