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Authors: Melanie Shawn
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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Jessie.
“You boys want to wipe the drool off your mouths and get back to work?” Lloyd asked.
Damn. Zach had forgotten where he was for a minute.
“I don’t think Jessie is going to stay in the ‘fake girlfriend’ category for very long.” Billy used air quotes as he walked to the back of the gym, where the speed bag was mounted on the wall.
“She’s just my roommate,” Zach said aloud. He wasn’t sure if he was telling himself or Billy.
His friend winked at him as he lifted his arms, positioning his fists at the red hanging bag. “Keep telling yourself that, Zachy-boy.”
I plan to .
Chapter Six
T en minutes! Jessie screamed in her head as she navigated her car into the narrow carport behind the brownstone.
Turning off the engine, she pulled her keys out of the ignition and grabbed her purse. A half hour ago, she’d been sitting at her desk, falling asleep at work. Now, she had a second wind and was borderline giddy over the fact that it had taken her only a few short minutes to get home.
The Hallelujah Chorus rang out in her head as she stepped out of her car. Initially, she’d planned on driving back to Harper’s Crossing tonight and then getting up bright and early to drive back to the city and meet the moving van. That was before one of the firm’s most high-profile clients, an A-list actor with the number-one movie in the country, had been caught with marijuana at JFK airport ten minutes before she’d been planning on leaving the office.
So instead of fighting the dreaded Friday going-home traffic, she had spent the last three hours dealing with news outlets, agents, managers, and of course, the authorities at JFK. She was the best when it came to quickly and efficiently putting out fires. Some of her peers had even nicknamed her The Extinguisher for that very reason. As much as Jessie enjoyed the fact that she was good at her job, she was really just lucky because fixing things by unemotionally putting out fires was instinctual and second nature for her.
The main ingredient to squelching a story as quickly as Jessie did was to give people just the information they needed to be satisfied without over-sharing. For as long as Jessie could remember, she operated under the strict code that everyone was on a need-to-know basis. Even when she was a little girl, Jessie had never divulged anything, no matter how small and insignificant, unless she was convinced that someone really had to be informed. She was even that way with her family—actually especially with her family.
Stepping up the concrete staircase to the back entrance of the house, Jessie felt a little flutter low in her belly at the realization that, in just a few hours, she’d be living with Zach. Over the past week and a half, they had been texting to coordinate signing the lease and also splitting the deposit and rent. After several text conversations, Jessie had finally agreed to the fifty-fifty split Zach insisted on. She tried to stick to her guns about keeping the split forty-sixty since she was getting a much-larger bedroom with an attached bathroom, which housed her dream bathtub (swoon) and a small shower as well. But after Zach had explained that it was a non-negotiable deal breaker, Jessie had conceded, which was so very unlike her that she was still a little irritated about it.
The other thing that was bothering her more than just a little bit was the fact that she was having trouble keeping her mind in the Zach-free zone. He just kept popping up at the most frustrating times. Not that any time would have been a good time, but right in the middle of a pitch (like yesterday) or when she was on a video conference call with Japan (like Monday) were very inconvenient times to be sidetracked by out-of-the-freaking-blue thoughts of her new sexy roomie. Especially since the nature of these thoughts were not short and passing, nor were they innocent and benign. Nope. They were graphic images of Zach’s body with even more
“You boys want to wipe the drool off your mouths and get back to work?” Lloyd asked.
Damn. Zach had forgotten where he was for a minute.
“I don’t think Jessie is going to stay in the ‘fake girlfriend’ category for very long.” Billy used air quotes as he walked to the back of the gym, where the speed bag was mounted on the wall.
“She’s just my roommate,” Zach said aloud. He wasn’t sure if he was telling himself or Billy.
His friend winked at him as he lifted his arms, positioning his fists at the red hanging bag. “Keep telling yourself that, Zachy-boy.”
I plan to .
Chapter Six
T en minutes! Jessie screamed in her head as she navigated her car into the narrow carport behind the brownstone.
Turning off the engine, she pulled her keys out of the ignition and grabbed her purse. A half hour ago, she’d been sitting at her desk, falling asleep at work. Now, she had a second wind and was borderline giddy over the fact that it had taken her only a few short minutes to get home.
The Hallelujah Chorus rang out in her head as she stepped out of her car. Initially, she’d planned on driving back to Harper’s Crossing tonight and then getting up bright and early to drive back to the city and meet the moving van. That was before one of the firm’s most high-profile clients, an A-list actor with the number-one movie in the country, had been caught with marijuana at JFK airport ten minutes before she’d been planning on leaving the office.
So instead of fighting the dreaded Friday going-home traffic, she had spent the last three hours dealing with news outlets, agents, managers, and of course, the authorities at JFK. She was the best when it came to quickly and efficiently putting out fires. Some of her peers had even nicknamed her The Extinguisher for that very reason. As much as Jessie enjoyed the fact that she was good at her job, she was really just lucky because fixing things by unemotionally putting out fires was instinctual and second nature for her.
The main ingredient to squelching a story as quickly as Jessie did was to give people just the information they needed to be satisfied without over-sharing. For as long as Jessie could remember, she operated under the strict code that everyone was on a need-to-know basis. Even when she was a little girl, Jessie had never divulged anything, no matter how small and insignificant, unless she was convinced that someone really had to be informed. She was even that way with her family—actually especially with her family.
Stepping up the concrete staircase to the back entrance of the house, Jessie felt a little flutter low in her belly at the realization that, in just a few hours, she’d be living with Zach. Over the past week and a half, they had been texting to coordinate signing the lease and also splitting the deposit and rent. After several text conversations, Jessie had finally agreed to the fifty-fifty split Zach insisted on. She tried to stick to her guns about keeping the split forty-sixty since she was getting a much-larger bedroom with an attached bathroom, which housed her dream bathtub (swoon) and a small shower as well. But after Zach had explained that it was a non-negotiable deal breaker, Jessie had conceded, which was so very unlike her that she was still a little irritated about it.
The other thing that was bothering her more than just a little bit was the fact that she was having trouble keeping her mind in the Zach-free zone. He just kept popping up at the most frustrating times. Not that any time would have been a good time, but right in the middle of a pitch (like yesterday) or when she was on a video conference call with Japan (like Monday) were very inconvenient times to be sidetracked by out-of-the-freaking-blue thoughts of her new sexy roomie. Especially since the nature of these thoughts were not short and passing, nor were they innocent and benign. Nope. They were graphic images of Zach’s body with even more
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