Page 33 of Mr. Fixer Upper
“Do you want me to go into all the reasons we would be a terrible idea?” Paige asked.
He shook his head. “I’m only interested in one reason why we’d work.”
“I’m not risking my career for a night in your bed.”
“We can use your bed then.”
“I love how you take my concerns so seriously.” Paige scowled up at him.
“What concerns you most about having sex with me?”
“Jesus, Gannon!” There was such a thing as being too unfiltered.
“See? You already have the vocabulary down.”
She stomped on his foot, which had no effect on him whatsoever. “I don’t want to deal with the fallout of having my private life become public interest.”
“It doesn’t have to happen that way.”
“What? You mean sneaking in and out of each other’s hotel rooms and hoping no one notices?”
“Think about it,” he said, sliding his hands lower on her hips, his long fingers digging into the denim of her shorts, and Paige felt herself go wet. “No one would have to know.”
His breath was warm against her face. She couldn’t stop staring at his mouth, and when her body brushed up against his, she could feel the hard length of him through his jeans. Her nipples pebbled against the lace of her bralette.
“There’s also the matter of your girlfriend,” she said, trying to remind him as well as her body that what they were discussing was off-limits.
Gannon looked genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Meeghan Traxx. Your girlfriend.”
His expression darkened. “Meeghan and I are not involved. And you’re pissing me off suggesting that I’d be propositioning you if I were with someone.”
“But the news…”
“Gossip. Rumors. We never dated. Do you really think that’s my type?” He looked pissed off for a whole different reason now.
“This is… intense. I think I need a drink.” The words came out in a rush.
“That makes two of us.” He held her still with one arm and used his free hand to subtly adjust his erection before turning around and leading the way back to the bar. Gannon kept her hand clamped in his, and Paige had to jog to keep up with him.
He ordered for them both, and she was surprised that he knew the beer she preferred.
She took a long swig trying to cool her body down from the inside out.
“Look,” Gannon began. “I’m not thrilled about this either. We work together in an intense environment. It’s a terrible idea to hook up. But I’m starting to think it’s an inevitable, terrible idea. I keep waiting to stop thinking about you, and it only makes me think about you more.”
Raw. Honest. Unfiltered. That was Gannon King.
“Paige!” Cat’s squeal was the only warning Paige had before Cat barreled into her knocking her into Gannon’s solid chest and still-hard cock.
She shoved herself away from Gannon and turned to study her friend. “Oh, boy. Let’s get a water and chicken fingers in you,” Paige assessed.
“That sounds awesome! Gann, you order. I’m gonna take my best friend Paige here out to shake her ass.”
She didn’t wait for Gannon’s consent, just clamped a hand on Paige’s wrist and started dragging. Paige gave herself a second to think about how many Kings had dragged her all over the bar that night. She really needed to look into shoes with better traction.
“My brother looked like he was going to devour you,” Cat shouted in Paige’s face.
