I thought Iâd grow out of it, but evidently I didnât.
Itâs not fun to look like a fumbling toddler when youâre twenty-six.
Confession Two: I had a standing appointment at the local ER.
It wasnât by choice that I knew all the doctors namesâit was necessity.
But that was about to change.
Confession Three: I hated the sun yet I lived in LA where it always shone.
I supposed that was one plus to being sent to New York for the next eight weeks.
That was until I got there.
Arm veins, dimples, and THE sexiest voice known to man were my weakness,
and he had every single one of them.
Confession Four: He was my new boss.
I could control myself though, right?
The city of dreams⊠a klutzâs worst nightmare.
Eight weeks. A klutz. And a drool worthy boss.
What did you get when you crossed a klutz with a GQ model lookalike?
I was about to find out.
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Confession Two: I hated outside people.I was happiest sitting on my sofa, my favorite show in the background, and my laptop open while I worked.Being my own boss was freaking awesome.So why the heck had I accepted this new teaching job on campus?Going back to the sunny state was the last thing I wanted to do.It was only meant to be for one dayâone talk.But life had a funny way at throwing you for a loop.
Confession Three: I was the best secret keeper.It was ironic considering I never stopped talking. But Iâd do anything for my best friend.
Until him.
Confession Four: Iâd never met anyone like him.He was different, but not in the way that everyone else viewed him. He made my heart stutter and my breath catch.But worst of all, he made my words disappear.
âSo when we get inside, hang your jacket on the coat rack and take your shoes off.â
Vi had been schooling me on what to say and do the whole time weâd been walking to JJ and his dadâs house, and this was the final thing she said as we stopped in front of their house.
âGot it.â I nodded to get my point across, but her twisting lips and gaze batting back and forth between me and the house spoke a thousand words. âVi, you need to calm the hell down. Itâs dinner with two guys, not the Queen of England.â
She blew out a breath, fanning me in the face with it and causing me to scrunch up my nose. Ew.
I twirled around, darted up the path that sat in the middle of two small grassed areas, and jumped the three steps onto the wraparound porch. Vi was hot on my tail as I lifted my hand to knock on the white door, but it swung open before I even had chance.
âElla. Vi.â JJ stepped back, his hand gripped onto the edge of the door. His face was clean shaven today, showcasing his strong jaw and full lips. My gaze batted down to the soft looking T-shirt he was wearing and followed the shape of his defined arms that tensed as he gripped the door harder.
ââSup.â I gave him a chin lift and stepped inside, looking around at the foyer to distract myself from him. The stairs were right in front of us, and to the left was a door and one toward the back. I could see through the one at the back and spotted a sink and countertopâdefinitely the kitchen.
I heaved in a breath and my head spun for a second. Fresh linen mixed in with JJâs woodsy cologne made me feel a little tipsy, and I had to steady myself. Maybe coming here wasnât such a good idea after all. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew whatever it was I couldnât act on it. I was a knot inside a messed-up ball of yarn with no way out. I needed a knot expert to help me escape. Where the hell did I find one of those? Could I ask Google for a recommendation?
Vi walked past me, a frown on her face as she glanced at me, but I couldnât describe what was happening. It was different talking to JJ those other couple of times. We were outside, and I didnât know him. Not that I knew him now, but things had changed. He was part of Viâs family while she was living here, which meant he was now kind of mine. Was it incest if I was thinking about his ass in his jeans and the way his jaw would feel as he pressed his face into my neck?
I took two steps toward the door Vi had gone through, but a hand clamped around my forearm, halting me in my getaway. My breath hitched as I stared at the huge tan hand. I could see the pop of his veins as well as his nails that were cut short and kept clean. There was nothing more repulsive than dirty fingernails. Just clean that shit. Please.
I swallowed as he tightened his grip. âYou need to take them off.â
My head snapped up, my gaze connecting with his green eyes. He signaled to my sandals on my feet, but why was it that I kind of hoped he meant my high-waisted hot-pink shorts?
âRight,â I whispered. âSorry.â I bent down and raised my brow when he didnât let my arm go. âYouâve got to let me go, JJ.â
He pulled his hand back, holding it up in front of his face. âI donât know why...IâŠâ He frowned at me. âYou keep making me touch you.â
I chuckled and pulled my sandals off, letting the cool wood floor seep into the soles of my feet. âMaybe itâs because Iâm so irresistible?â
I didnât expect an answer, so when he replied, âI think that must be the reason,â I couldnât form words. My mouth opened and closed as he shut the front door and sauntered past me, mumbling to his hand under his breath.
DidâŠwhatâŠ
What just happened?
Vi had been schooling me on what to say and do the whole time weâd been walking to JJ and his dadâs house, and this was the final thing she said as we stopped in front of their house.
âGot it.â I nodded to get my point across, but her twisting lips and gaze batting back and forth between me and the house spoke a thousand words. âVi, you need to calm the hell down. Itâs dinner with two guys, not the Queen of England.â
She blew out a breath, fanning me in the face with it and causing me to scrunch up my nose. Ew.
I twirled around, darted up the path that sat in the middle of two small grassed areas, and jumped the three steps onto the wraparound porch. Vi was hot on my tail as I lifted my hand to knock on the white door, but it swung open before I even had chance.
âElla. Vi.â JJ stepped back, his hand gripped onto the edge of the door. His face was clean shaven today, showcasing his strong jaw and full lips. My gaze batted down to the soft looking T-shirt he was wearing and followed the shape of his defined arms that tensed as he gripped the door harder.
ââSup.â I gave him a chin lift and stepped inside, looking around at the foyer to distract myself from him. The stairs were right in front of us, and to the left was a door and one toward the back. I could see through the one at the back and spotted a sink and countertopâdefinitely the kitchen.
I heaved in a breath and my head spun for a second. Fresh linen mixed in with JJâs woodsy cologne made me feel a little tipsy, and I had to steady myself. Maybe coming here wasnât such a good idea after all. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew whatever it was I couldnât act on it. I was a knot inside a messed-up ball of yarn with no way out. I needed a knot expert to help me escape. Where the hell did I find one of those? Could I ask Google for a recommendation?
Vi walked past me, a frown on her face as she glanced at me, but I couldnât describe what was happening. It was different talking to JJ those other couple of times. We were outside, and I didnât know him. Not that I knew him now, but things had changed. He was part of Viâs family while she was living here, which meant he was now kind of mine. Was it incest if I was thinking about his ass in his jeans and the way his jaw would feel as he pressed his face into my neck?
I took two steps toward the door Vi had gone through, but a hand clamped around my forearm, halting me in my getaway. My breath hitched as I stared at the huge tan hand. I could see the pop of his veins as well as his nails that were cut short and kept clean. There was nothing more repulsive than dirty fingernails. Just clean that shit. Please.
I swallowed as he tightened his grip. âYou need to take them off.â
My head snapped up, my gaze connecting with his green eyes. He signaled to my sandals on my feet, but why was it that I kind of hoped he meant my high-waisted hot-pink shorts?
âRight,â I whispered. âSorry.â I bent down and raised my brow when he didnât let my arm go. âYouâve got to let me go, JJ.â
He pulled his hand back, holding it up in front of his face. âI donât know why...IâŠâ He frowned at me. âYou keep making me touch you.â
I chuckled and pulled my sandals off, letting the cool wood floor seep into the soles of my feet. âMaybe itâs because Iâm so irresistible?â
I didnât expect an answer, so when he replied, âI think that must be the reason,â I couldnât form words. My mouth opened and closed as he shut the front door and sauntered past me, mumbling to his hand under his breath.
DidâŠwhatâŠ
What just happened?
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