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She crossed her arms as she apparently recognized him openly appreciating her choice of clothing. The weight of her arms pressed against her chest pushed her breasts up higher. He’d never be able to wear that shirt again without picturing her in it.
“So where am I supposed to sleep?” she demanded, not looking at him.
“You’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed, but I made up the master for you. End of the hallway,” he said as he stepped into the spray of warm water.
She either needed to get her ass in the shower now, or he was gonna need a hell of a lot more than water to keep his feelings and something else from springing up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tori stormed intothe master, flinging the wooden doors open with as much force as she could muster.Ugh, he was infuriating!
And oh, why did he have to look so good? The years had been nice to him. Too nice. He was even more muscular and cut than the last time she had seen him in his birthday suit.
Padding across the room in the dark, she guided herself by the faint moonlight that streamed across the floor. She flung herself across the large bed, wincing as her ankle came down at a weird angle, and curled into the fetal position attempting to block out the man down the hall and his full-frontal attack.
The light pouredin through the massive windows on the far wall of the master. Tori sat up slowly, appreciating the beauty of the room. It was the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen, easily the size of her entire apartment, decorated in mostly whites with orange and navy accents.The man has a thing for blue, apparently.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and carefully placed weight on her left ankle until she was sure it could hold her upright. Sore, but she’d finally be able to properly storm up the stairs if necessary.
Hot-pink caught her peripheral vision, and she turned, spotting two familiar bags just inside the door. Her bags. The man just couldn’t help himself.
Tori pulled the shirt up over her head and held it to her face one last time, breathing deeply. A trace of his masculine scent still clung to the fabric. The familiar ring of her cell phone came from the nightstand, bringing her back to real life. The one where she wasn’t allowed to let herself get caught up in fantasies.
“Hello.”
“Good morning. I see you made it through the first night.” Ryan’s cheery voice came from the other end of the phone.
Tori rolled her eyes, not dignifying his mocking with an answer. How could he have ever believed this would be a good idea?
“You want a ride to work?” he offered.
Tori pulled out a pair of leggings and a long-sleeve Fit Club t-shirt. Crap! Her car was still at Ryan’s house. Tori pulled on the leggings, holding the phone on her shoulder. “Yeah. I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
“Make it five. I’m already on my way.”
Tori brushed her teeth and washed her face then grabbed her makeup bag so she could put on the basics in the car. She could hear Ryan’s and Chris’ voices downstairs. She’d hoped Chris was already gone for the day so she wouldn’t have to face him. Last night had been mortifying with him catching her wearing his old shirt. The way he had openly checked her out still sent shivers through her body. Not to mention the eyeful she’d gotten when he rolled into the room naked. Her face warmed, and she sat on the bed for a moment to collect herself before confronting him again. She was in trouble. Serious trouble.
Chris and Charliewalked through the muddy grass, surveying the land. The lot didn’t have quite the same view Chris’ did, but it was a great location for his brother’s house.
“How long will it take?” Charlie asked as he looked out over the lake below.
Chris shrugged. “How much extra do you want to pay?” He’d have no trouble finding guys interested in working overtime. He wasn’t above making his arrogant brother pay the difference. He had the money.
“Great. This is gonna be fun, little brother,” Charlie said, elbowing Chris in the side.
“I need you to come by the office for some paperwork and to work with my architect. I can recommend a designer and anything else you need.”
“What I really need is a date. Any single girls you can set me up with?” Charlie asked as they headed back to the truck.
Chris laughed. Charlie liked women, and they liked him. He never went too long without a new girl, and the girls didn’t seem to mind. They just lined up, hoping to be next.
“Pace yourself. Remember, it’s a small town. You can’t go through them every month here like you did in Chicago.”
“Yeah, yeah. I remember. I’m pretty sure that had something to do with why I left.”
Chris shook his head. His brother was a pig, even by Chris’ standards.
“What about Tori? She’s single now.”
