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replied, “I wish I could take the credit, but I have to give that to Leslie’s wife. She’s an interior designer.”
    She was already sorting through my clothes, but stopped once she realized what I had said. “Wait a minute. Leslie’s a…?”
    “Lesbian? Yeah. She finds you just as sexy as I do.”
    She brushed off my little compliment as she replied, “Wow. I never would’ve guessed that one.”
    I leaned against the center island of drawers as I asked, “What? That I find you sexy as hell?”
    Her voice was low as she answered, “No. I guessed that.”
    I couldn’t help but tease, “Ohhhh, so I got a little cocky one on my hands?”
    She refused to give me her eyes, instead focusing on the clothes as she responded, “Not at all. I just hear you, even when you don’t think I do.”
    “So you’re just ignoring me?”
    “No. I’m…” she paused, letting her head fall into my shirts that were hung on the top rack of my closet before she continued, “Bryson, I told you already. I’m engaged.”
    So I wasn’t hearing things last night. It really should’ve been no surprise that Kennedy was taken. All the good ones were usually off the market.
    But I had to take a peek at her hand again before I asked, “If you’re engaged, why aren’t you wearing a ring?”
    “It’s… I don’t know.” She resumed her job of finding me an outfit as she said, “I keep forgetting to put it on. Still not use to the whole thing.”
    “Ah, so it’s a new engagement. How long have you guys been together?”
    She answered short and direct, “A year and a half.”
    “Not even two years and he already popped the question? You must have some bomb ass pussy.”
    She yanked a shirt down, causing the hanger to fly off the rack as she said, “Excuse me?”
    I challenged her, taking the few steps over to where she stood. “That’s the only way you could’ve locked him down that fast. Bomb ass pussy, bomb ass head game…”
    “Bomb ass personality?! Jesus, you can’t possibly be this shallow.” She stepped away angrily, going to the side of the closet my pants were kept.
    “I was just joking with you, Kennedy. Relax.”
    “Whatever. Here, throw this on.” She tossed me the shirt she had pulled down and a pair of jeans from across the room. I dropped my towel right in front of her just for shits and giggles and you would’ve thought she saw a ghost.
    She didn’t turn away, instead choosing to cover her eyes with her hands as she screeched, “Bryson! What do you think you’re doing?!”
    I shrugged, trying to hold back my laugh as I said, “I’m getting dressed, Kennedy. Throwing on some clothes like you told me to.”
    “You could’ve at least let me get out of here first.”
    Though that was probably true, I had no problem reminding her, “Kennedy, you’re engaged to be married. If you only have eyes for your future husband, you shouldn’t be worried about my dick; right?”
    She could only sigh, knowing I was right. So instead of arguing the facts, she insisted, “Just… give me a warning next time, please.”

Kennedy
    Lunch with Bryson was… nice .
    Though after seeing his dick, I hardly imagined things getting anywhere near back to normal. But they had in a way that made me excited about working with him. He wasn’t always the sexually-charged, cocky jock-type that he appeared to be. He was actually a decent guy, with a more than positive outlook on life.
    The time had flown by and since it was getting relatively late and I knew Landon would be checking in soon, I decided to head home. Bryson looked a little disappointed when I told him, like he didn’t want me to go. But I knew for my own sake it was mandatory.
    We stood at the door together as I waited for the driver to pull up.
    “Considering what you usually wear, I’m surprised you had so many gems in your closet,” I teased.
    His eyes bore into mine as he replied, “So you’re one of those passive types, huh? The kind that gives