Page 12 of Endlessly Yours
“He also can help. East is working on another project out by Austin, or I would send him. But Brooks is right in my house at the moment talking with Wyatt. Let me just ask him.”
“It’s really okay. He’s a contractor. He builds homes for a living. He’s not a plumber.”
“You’re allowed to ask for help.”
“I do know that. You’re my best friend. I ask you all the time.”
“Whatever,” Ava mumbled.
“Ava Wilder, don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I am daring. Love you, bye!” Ava said, and the phone clicked off.
“She wouldn’t,” I mumbled. “Oh, she would.”
I looked around my tiny apartment, knowing it wasn’t shabby per se, but it wasn’t as beautiful as any of the homes that the Wilders lived in. Brooks had even built a few, and they were gorgeous masterpieces that my mouth watered over.
The problem, however, wasn’t him seeing me in a tiny apartment that I could afford easily. No, it was the fact that my mouth watered for him too.
I looked in the mirror over the sink, cursing that I had a messy bun on the top of my head, blue light glasses, and a coffee stain on my shirt.
I set my tea kettle on its stand, knowing that my afternoon tea was going to have to wait.
I wouldn’t have time to shower because Ava would probably force Brooks to drop everything he was doing and help me now, if he even agreed to it, and I quickly stripped off my shirt and leggings, nearly tripped over my feet, and ran to my bedroom.
I tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper and pulled on jeans that were a little snug over my wide hips, but I didn’t mind. They made me look hot.
Wait, why was I looking hot for Brooks?
Damn it.
I thought about taking them off and putting on a dress that was a little boxy, but then I would think about what I was wearing under the dress and… why was I acting like this? I had lasted two years now being in the same room with Brooks without acting like a weirdo. Two years where I focused on work and trying to be his friend. Where we acted awkward, but hopefully not so awkward that anyone noticed. In fact, no one had even mentioned it. Not even Ava, who I knew had noticed something at that first meeting. But she had been so lost in her issues with Wyatt at the time that, maybe, she had forgotten.
I had lasted two years like this; I could do it longer.
I quickly put on a black three-quarters-length top, slid my feet into shoes so that way I wouldn’t be barefoot when he was walking around in work boots, and went to my desk.
I would just continue to work, and then he wouldn’t show up.
And everything would be fine.
Of course, nothing was fine.
The doorbell rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, setting my stylus down again. It had been 40 minutes since the call, and I had finally gotten back to work.
I quickly turned off my music and went to my door, telling myself I was an idiot.
When I opened the door, Brooks stood there, scowl on his face, and that chiseled jaw of his making it hard to breathe.
He was as tall as any of the Wilders, at least over six foot. Broad-shouldered, narrow waist, thick thighs, and a very thick cock.
No, I was not going to think about that.
It was just my luck that the sexiest man alive, with those haunted blue eyes that sometimes looked gray when he was truly angry or feeling an emotion I couldn’t touch or taste. His nose had a slight bump in it where he must have broken it before, and his jaw was cut from granite itself. Right now it was covered in a light beard, meaning he hadn’t shaved for a few days.
It was longer than it had been when it had been a little rough against my skin, and I had left that utility closet with a slight beard burn.
Not that anyone had noticed because I had run to my car and hidden at my apartment until I could breathe again.
