The crazy train had left the station, and we were on it right now.
“I’m my mother’s personal assistant.” She blinked up at me with what I assumed were fake eyelashes because they were so thick it was difficult to see her eyes. She was pretty, no doubt about it. Long blonde hair, curves for days, and a nice smile. I could appreciate a beautiful woman and still have zero romantic interest in her.
Case in point.
“Oh, I didn’t know that you worked for your mom,” Presley interjected. “What do you do, Jana?”
“I’m a homemaker.” She smiled. “I keep the big guy well fed and well dressed. It’s a full-time job.”
Apparently so, if it required an assistant.
“Enough about work. When was your last relationship?” Britani asked me, her hand finding my knee now, and I was trying hard not to show my irritation. But this was probably the hardest sell I’d ever experienced from a woman. And her father was equally relentless.
Not exactly how I wanted to spend my evening.
“I haven’t had a long-term relationship ever, if I’m being honest. I date quite a bit, and I’m content with the way things are going,” I said, taking a long pull from my beer. My gaze found my father’s. We’d always been able to communicate without words.
You’re going to owe me big for this.
“I actually love that,” Britani said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. “That means the right woman hasn’t come along yet.”
She couldn’t have been more wrong. The right woman came along so long ago that I couldn’t remember a day when she hadn’t been in my life.
The timing had just never been right.
I pushed to my feet, forcing a smile so I wouldn’t appear rude. “I need to use the restroom. Excuse me.”
Gracie’s eyes flickered to mine, and I saw the concern there.
This had been a complete disaster.
I walked inside, stepping into the guest bathroom before splashing some water on my face.
How the fuck was I going to get out of this?
And she was moving here.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and before I could reach for the handle, it opened.
It was not who I was hoping it would be.
Britani Langford rushed inside, pushing the door closed behind her before lunging herself at me.
I was so caught off-guard, I fell back against the wall, knocking the picture down as it shattered on the floor.
What the actual fuck was happening?
“I want you, Gunther,” she said, tilting her head up to look at me.
Who the fuck is Gunther?
I wrapped my hands around her wrists before pushing her back as gently as I possibly could. “What the fuck is going on?”
Her eyes were wild, and I hadn’t noticed her top being unbuttoned when she first walked in, but it definitely was now. I let her hands go and stepped back, bending down to pick up the broken glass.
“Were you not giving me signals out there?” she asked, completely unfazed by how insane this was.
“I don’t know what signals you were picking up on, but I don’t recall sending a single one,” I said through gritted teeth. I needed to be crystal clear with this woman before things got even more awkward.
