Page 5 of Wright Together

He nodded and continued to discuss the details of the new build with me. I knew the basic information that Jordan had sent to me already. I was better in person than I was with the details. It was why I’d been great at real estate. Once I met my clients, things took off. It was getting that meeting that sometimes took time.

I let Whitt prattle on about the work, listening with half an ear. My eyes were on his pillowy lips. The way they moved with such assurance as he talked about what was important to him. They snapped up to his big blue eyes. Did they have gold in them? How had I never noticed that before? The irises were really a mix of colors, and blue was just the most prominent. It almost looked like he wore contacts—they were so vivid—and yet contacts could never get the exact color right.

“Unless you want to stay with your family?”

That ripped me right out of my reverie. “What?”

“Do you want to stay with your family while in town?”

Right. Drive to Midland. Where my family was. With Whitton Wright.

I’d been hired because of my knowledge of the area, but I hadn’t really thought through that I’d have to go down there. The dollar signs had blinded me to the reality of what I was doing.

I was going home.

I was bringing Whitt with me.

And under no circumstances could those two worlds collide.

Fuck.

“No,” I said quickly. Maybe too quickly.

His hand splayed open. An invitation to explain.

I layered on my best unbothered bravado. “I mean, no, thank you. We’ll be too busy. Downtown probably makes the most sense.”

“I’ll make the arrangements then.”

I breathed a soft sigh of relief. And then realized the other thing I hadn’t considered. I was going to be staying at a hotel with Whitt.

My mind buzzed with that information. Me and Whitt, alone, in Midland for a weekend.

This beast of a man was stuffed into a charcoal suit. His pants stretched tight across his crotch. My eyes flicked down to where his cock was hidden by the expensive material. My mouth watered. Maybe not that hidden.

“How are you getting home?”

My eyes snapped back up to his. It was a testament to my temperament that I didn’t blush furiously. Had he caught me staring at his cock? Christ, I needed to get it together. He was so fucking hot, and I just…had not prepared myself for him today.

“I’m going to grab an Uber.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can drive you home. You only live around the block.”

“Oh, no. It’s fine.” I came to my feet, dragging my skirt back down my thighs. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I insist.”

I opened my mouth to object and then closed it. “All right.”

A flash of surprise crossed his face. He clearly hadn’t thought that I’d say yes to that. Honestly, I was surprised myself. On the outside, I was the strong, resilient type who never let anything get to me. I didn’t need anyone to take care of me. Let alone drive me home when I was having car troubles. I was a big girl.

And yet I couldn’t say no to the offer. Not when I wanted him to take me. After all, the offer had come despite my reputation and our history.

I was known as a maneater, and it was generally well-earned.

Men were a vice. Meant to be devoured and discarded.

Whitton Wright was the only one who hadn’t fallen into my Venus flytrap. Who’d refused to be chewed up and spit out. The only one I still wanted to take a bite out of.