My hands drop to my thighs and my chin to my chest.
“Calla, you know I find you sexy as hell, right?”
“I do. Now, why are you throwing a ball against my wall?”
Shit, I forgot that was her room now.
“Sorry about that. It’s part of my process.”
She nods slowly. “Well, find a new wall while I’m here, please.”
She turns for the door, and I have to close my eyes at the sight of her ass cheeks giving the sexiest peek-a-boo from the bottom of her shorts.
It’s no secret that I find Calla extremely attractive. Despite her dislike of me, I don’t mind Calla, and if we’d met on different terms, and took the proper steps to become a married couple, I truly believe we would be happy together.
Perhaps making two fictional characters fall in love isn’t where my focus should be. Yes, I want this book/movie deal, but I also want a marriage that works. I have a marriage now—I just need to find a way to make it work.
So writing the story on how to make fictional people fall in love might need to go on the back burner. Instead, I need to focus on the real thing.
How can I make Calla fall in love with me enough to stay married?
CHAPTER TEN
CALLA
I’ve officially lived with Beck Robertson for a whole week now. Also, for a whole week, I’ve faked having to work at 7 a.m. just so I don’t see him in the morning. In reality, I’ve gone to Willa’s new health and fitness studio downtown to hang out.
It’s worked well so far. I just have one little problem. Tomorrow is Saturday.
“So, pretend to sleep in,” Willa says, setting up her camera and workout studio for today’s video.
“Or find a new hobby,” Greer, her business partner, adds as she shifts the ring light.
Me, I grab another donut and force eat the gluten-free, sugar-free disappointment.
“I have a million hobbies as it is.”
“And none of them will get you out of the house?” Willa asks.
“Probably, but the thing is, I really, really just want to snuggle up with my coffee and a book right on that fluffy circle chair thing he has in the basement. It’s like a cloud of pillows. I could just read and sleep all day long.”
The three of us laugh. “So I’m going to say it’s safe to assume you haven’t told him how much you love living at his house.”
“God no,” I say and drink my water. “I’m still in shock at the entire thing.”
I’ve learned a lot in a week, but the most important thing is that Beck is the male version of me.
It’s both glorious and annoying at the same time.
He never leaves clothes in the wash. He folds them right out of the dryer and puts them away. He picks up the house every single night before he goes to bed, including doing all the dishes. I’m almost certain he vacuums every day. He lines his shoes up at the door, and the list goes on.
To be honest, if he couldn’t speak, he’d be my dream guy.
He loves a clean and organized house, and if I ever came out of my room, he’d know I do too. However, I don’t plan for him to get to know me at all. I won’t be there long.
“Maybe you should tell him,” Willa offers. “Finding out the two of you have something in common could be good. Might make the time you live together bearable.”
I shake my head.
