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Gregor, always up for some fun, decides to poke fun at Reese for his obvious jealousy. "Looks like your watchdog isn't thrilled about us chatting," he quips, sharing a hearty laugh.
I try to play it cool, letting out a nervous giggle. "Nah, it's just business talk. I think he's worried you're trying to convince me to jet off to Scotland for the article," I say, trying to steer the conversation away from the unspoken tension between Reese and me.
As Reese approaches our conversation, Gregor decides to playfully test the theory that Reese is jealous by bringing up the Scotland trip again. I can see Reese physically stiffen, and his jaw tightens at the thought of me leaving the country for an interview. The tension is palpable as Reese feigns concern about my ability to take time away from work for future articles, all while keeping a close eye on our conversation. Gregor gives me a knowing smirk and suggests, "Maybe you can spare her for just a weekend or so, even if you come with her to supervise."
Before we can respond, Rachael interrupts our conversation, leading in a handsome young man. He's tall with spiky dark hair, striking blue eyes, and a football player's tight build. He's impeccably dressed in a tailored suit from head to toe.
Gregor greets him with enthusiasm, shaking his hand. "Max Devlin! I'll be damned, what are you doing here, man?" he exclaims.
Max flashes a bright smile and shakes Gregor's hand, then extends his hand to Reese, who eyes him with suspicion.
"What's going on, Max?" Reese asks, his tone cautious.
I glance at Reese and then back to Max as Rachael stands there with bright eyes, looking like the cat who ate the canary; she's clearly up to no good, as per usual.
"Genesis, I wanted to introduce you to our next ‘Bachelor.’ He will be Mr. March," Rachael announces with a mischievous grin. "His name is Maxwell Devlin, and he's an up-and-coming, brilliant New York real estate agent."
Gregor bursts out laughing, and I can see that Max is still processing the surprise. "Rachael got you too," Gregor remarks with a grin, addressing Max's puzzled expression. "You're in for quite the adventure, my friend. I'm your Bachelor brother, Mr. February."
Max laughs good-naturedly. "I see," he says, finally catching on to the situation.
I cut in with a smile and introduce myself. "Genesis Jones, I'll be the writer for your March article. So, you're in real estate? That's interesting," I say, reaching out to shake Mr. Devlin's hand.
Max smiles broadly as he shakes my hand. "Yes, that's right. I handle real estate deals in the city and surrounding areas."
Rachael chimes in, "Max is the one Reese used to purchase the home for Robyn when she came back to town." Her intentions still appear somewhat mischievous as she eyes her son. "I thought it would be great to feature him in an article for this year's series, especially since he provided such a great home for my grandson to come home to. Genesis, I do hope you will reach out to Max's people so you can get on board with his article as soon as you are finished with Gregor, here."
"Absolutely, absolutely," I reply with enthusiasm. "I look forward to speaking with you soon, Max. It sounds like it's going to be a fantastic article."
As Rachael moves away with the two gentlemen to go mingle with the crowd, I can't help but notice the tension between Reese and me, the unspoken feelings that linger beneath the surface as I turn to look at him. It's a complicated dance we're all a part of, one where emotions are kept in check, but desire simmers just below the surface.
Reese's eyes meet mine, and there's a flicker of something in his gaze—jealousy, longing, or perhaps a mixture of both. Our unspoken connection hangs in the air, a romantic tension that refuses to be ignored in the midst of this lavish celebration.
“I miss you, Genesis. Your touch, your feel, yourtaste…”
My face heats with desire at his words. “We should talk, Reese, but not here.”
“Yes, we can table this for another time, plus we need to talk about this article for Mr. February for Gregor, and now, Mr. March for Max…”
I nod. “It will all come together in time, but first, let's celebrate Robyn,Knox and Baby Ryan and let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.”
As the night unfolds, I find myself ready to move on to the next chapter, eager to delve into the chaos and intrigue of the world of fashion and beauty for Mr. February. The future holds its secrets, but I'm prepared to face them, one article at a time.
The end
