Page 10 of Enchanting the CEO

"It's in the small bedroom," Diane said.

"Show me."

We walked from the living room down the corridor. One door was open to something that looked like a master bedroom, and another door opened to what I thought was a small closet at first glance.

Wait, is this the other bedroom? There was a single bed inside it and a huge bookcase.

"Someone's sleeping in here?" I asked.

"Hey, don't sound so shocked or judgy," Diane said. "This is my bedroom for now."

No fucking way! No one could live here. There wasn’t enough space to breathe. I didn't say it out loud, though. I didn’t want to sound like a snobbish ass.

But why the hell was she living with her sister anyway? And if they had to share an apartment, why were they living in this matchbox?

"All right, let's do it. You two grab that end, and I'll take this one.”

I made a concerted effort to keep my eyes on the shelf, especially when Diane leaned forward and grabbed the lower part, giving me a direct view of her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I drew in a deep breath at the sight. I had a visceral reaction to this woman unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I was a flirt, that was true, but I'd never had trouble keeping myself in check. Something about her just caught me completely off guard.

"One, two, three, now," I said.

We lifted at the same time. It wasn't that heavy, but I couldn't see the two of them being able to do it on their own.

We carefully got it through the door, then down the narrow hallway, and all the way to the living room. Celia gestured to put it near the TV.

Once we set it down, Diane put her hands on her hips, stretching backward. "All right, that’s going to give me a backache."

"I'll give you a massage," Celia said, and my brain went straight to the gutter again.

Diane straightened up. "So listen, Gabe," she started, pressing her palms together, "I've prepped a delicious afternoon snack. Do you want to join us?"

"Please say yes," Celia added.

"Sure, why not? Need my help setting the table?" I offered.

"Not at all."

Diane waved her hand. "Well, my sister feels the need to be polite because she works for you. But you're not the boss of me, so I'd love it if you could help me bring some plates from the kitchen."

"Diane!" Celia said with a grin.

I liked Diane's sass. And when she walked in front of me, I had to keep my eyes up so as not to check her out. As soon as we stepped in the kitchen, she handed me three plates and cutlery while she took two bowls of food.

"You made fried chicken wings," I said appreciatively.

"They’re my sister's favorite, and I love cooking." The other bowl contained a delicious-looking salad. "She's not much of a cook, but now that I'm here, I can take care of her for a bit."

Ah, so Diane only moved here recently.

We sat down at the table, and Celia smiled. "You're spoiling me, sister."

Diane nodded. "Yep, that's exactly what I intend to do before I get out of your hair."

I looked at Diane. "You plan to move?"

"Yes. I certainly didn't plan to move in here in the first place, but life is full of surprises."

"What happened?" I asked while we passed the food around. I put three wings on my plate along with salad.

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