Buy Me, Love (The One and Only Book 1)

by Lauren Milson

  He put out his hand to shake mine, which seemed strangely formal for a man wearing almost no clothing. When our hands met, a delicious spark of energy ignited between us, sending a curling, ribboning probe down into my belly. His handshake was firm and even, and I think he held on a little bit too long. Or maybe I was the one who held on too long.

  “Hello,” I’d said, “I’m Joanne. I don’t know if you remember me?”

  I had no choice but to introduce myself. It’s what you do when you show up at someone you barely know’s house. I never liked my name, and I think I actually shuddered a little bit as I watched his face change when I said it. If only my name was something like Samantha or Juliet, something pretty and sexy.

  “Hi,” he said, his lips pulling into this crazy sexy smile. “Sorry, what was your name again?”

  Ugh. He’d made me say it twice.

  “Joanne,” I’d repeated.

  “Right, how could I forget,” he said, holding the door open for me. “Please, let me show you inside. Can I offer you anything?”

  They should make a law against men looking this good. I followed him inside, marveling at the big, open concept of the home. The high ceilings, all the glass looking out to lush greenery around the house. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of white wine, grabbing two glasses from a cabinet below the counter.

  I felt my heart stammer as he poured two glasses and handed one to me.

  “How did you know I like chilled white wine?” I asked, bringing the glass to my lips.

  “Don’t you remember?” He flashed a smile that made my knees go weak. “At graduation, your mom and dad said you should have a glass of wine if you wanted. And you said you wanted something cold.”

  “I guess I don’t remember that.”

  He shook his head and laughed, causing a low, rumbling vibration to hum through my body.

  This man was pure, hot perfection. And why didn’t I remember him like this? I mean, I could never forget that he was hot, but I didn’t remember him quite like this. Probably all for the best, I’d thought to myself, because if I’d been envisioning this man greeting me at the door, it’s likely that I wouldn’t have come here today at all.

  “Come on,” he’d said, grabbing his glass and the bottle, “you’re late.”

  And now I’m lounging around with Cassandra and trying to keep my eyes off her father.

  I pull my sunglasses off because the daylight’s nearly gone now, and I’d look awfully silly still wearing my sunglasses at night. Of course this means I have to be a little bit more subtle about checking William out. I smile over at my friend.

  “Everything’s good.”

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  Also by Lauren Milson

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  Private Client

  Touch

  Claiming His Valentine

  Firefighter Next Door

  The Wedding Date

  Dirty Treat

  Night Fever

  Dirty Professor

  Summer Crush

  Night Moves

  Night Shift

  Her Friend’s Father

  Her Cowboy

  Night Shift

  Bump in the Night

  Falling for my Friend’s Dad

  Always For Him

  Only For Him

  All His

  Burn

  About the Author

  Candy sweet, scorching hot romance that makes you stay up past your bedtime to finish ❤️

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