Which is precisely why he manipulated the situation so you didn’t know.
Selfish prick.
I shove the thoughts of Garrett out of my mind as I pull up to Jacob’s street.
After I’d called my mom, I texted him to let him know I’d pick him up this morning and he sent me a thumbs up, so I assumed that meant he was good, and that made me feel better, even if it was only momentary.
But now? Now as I park my car and stare up at his apartment complex, it’s really hitting me.
There can be no room for error. This relationship needs to be iron clad and irrefutable. I need this to work, so I can save my family’s company from falling into a fucking merger that could potentially destroy our entire legacy.
I pull out my phone and text Jacob.
Me: Here. Do you need help with your luggage?
Jacob’s immediate response makes me smile, because I know it means he was already waiting, likely on his phone.
Prince Charming: I’m good, thanks. OMW down.
I smirk, knowing he’s not trying to be a brat, but apparently he’s a natural.
Which is another reason I am more than excited to spend a week with this man, hired or not.
I get out of the car and pop the trunk just as Jacob is strolling out the door, and I have to do a double take because I think I literally seedouble.
Jacob’s carrying a duffel over his shoulder and pulling a large black suitcase, while his doppleganger pulls a smaller suitcase. And then I realize my seeing double isn’t actually a vision problem, but…
Yeah. Twin.
My eyes widen as I take in the similarities, but also the differences, now that I can see them.
His brother’s bigger, for one. Muscle-wise. Though they have the same face with those same piercing blue eyes, his brother’s all dark features. Deep brown hair, a scruffy beard. He looks younger than Jacob, dressed in ripped jeans and an oversizedLed Zeppelinshirt. Jacob, however…
Looks poised as hell in his tight-fitting polo shirt and shorts, his blonde hair swept back effortlessly. I take in the sight of his long, lean legs, those tapered ankles that look sexier than they should in his Sperry’s.
God, what is this the 1800s? Am I really getting all keyed up over some man’s fuckingankles?
Yes, I think I am, because fuck, all I can see in my brain are those ankles locked around my waist while I punish him for being a fucking brat.
Do not go there, Aaron!
I blink out of my stupor and speed up the sidewalk to grab the small suitcase from his brother and introduce myself. I mean, my mother didn’t raise a man to be rude over here.
“Hi, I’m Aaron,” I say as they both stop in their tracks. At the same time.
It’s uncanny, but also kind of funny.
“Ah… so you’re the man who’s got my brother all fucking twitterpated.”
I raise an eyebrow as he shoves the suitcase at me, right against my stomach. I grasp it without a second thought as Jacob bites out, “Noah!”
I smirk, because despite his tone, I see the faintest tint of pink in his perfect cheeks.
“Don’t listen to him,” Jacob says as he brushes past us. “He’s a fucking idiot.”
Noah laughs as I turn to follow Jacob and put his luggage in the trunk, realizing it’s not all going to fit.
“You moving in or something?” I tease, letting out a laugh of my own. Noah chuckles too.
