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He grins. “Deal.”
He passes me a cold bottle of water and grabs the pizza box. “Come on. Let’s eat in the living room.”
When we’re both stuffed from eating far too much pizza and fries, Wyatt makes good on his promise and gives me a guided tour of his apartment. The master bedroom is tucked behind a sliding door, with a private balcony, a bed that looks like it belongs in a five-star hotel, and a walk-in wardrobe that’s bigger than the whole of my first floor. If possible, the en-suite bathroom is even more breathtaking with floor-to-ceiling stone, a rainfall shower, and the biggest tub I’ve ever seen, with amazing views over the lights of Phoenix.
“If I lived here, I’d never leave that tub,” I joke, running my hand over the cool porcelain.
Wyatt chuckles. “Funny thing is, I’ve never actually used it.”
I whip around. “You’re kidding.”
He shrugs. “I’m not really a bath guy.”
I shake my head, feigning offense. “That’s a crime.”
He laughs and gestures down the hall. “Come on. Let me show you the guest room. It’s not quite as over-the-top, but I think you’ll like it.”
He leads me into the next room, and he’s right. It’s not as large, but it’s just as beautifully done. There’s another inviting bed dressed in crisp white linens. No balcony this time, but the floor-to-ceiling window makes up for it, offering an unobstructed view that seems to stretch on forever.
“The bathroom’s through there,” he says, pointing to a door across the room.
I grin and hurry over, swinging it open, and my jaw drops again. It’s nearly identical to his, just a little smaller. Still luxurious and still stunning.
Peeking around the doorframe, I call out, “There’s a tub in here too.”
He grins from the bedroom. “Now you can finally get that soak in the morning.”
I step back toward the bed and glance out the window again. “I’m sleeping with the blinds open. That view’s too good not to.” I pause, nibbling my bottom lip. “No one can see in from up here, right?”
He lets out a soft laugh. “Pretty sure you’re safe.”
There’s a small beat before he shifts his weight, almost nervously. “I had a great time tonight, Ivy.”
I blink, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. “I did too. Honestly... I’m kind of glad Ash couldn’t make it.”
His smile deepens. “Yeah. Me too.”
Then he nods toward the bed. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”
“Thanks, Wyatt.”
He turns and heads out, leaving me alone in the guest room. It’s only when I flop down on the bed with a sigh that I remember my overnight bag is still in the car.
I groan, pressing a hand over my eyes. There’s no way I’m getting back in that elevator tonight. I know I’ll have to face it tomorrow, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.
Maybe Wyatt would be willing to run down and grab it for me. If not… well, I guess I’ll be sleeping naked.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Wyatt
Ileave Ivy settling into the guest room and take a minute to lock up before heading to my own room. As I start to unbutton my shirt, a smile tugs at my lips, my thoughts drifting back to the night. Spending it with Ivy had been unexpected, but I’d had a great time, and I think Ivy did too. The charity dinner is two weeks away, but it’s already taken up more space in my head than I’d like to admit.
I’ve just pulled off my shirt when there’s a knock at the door. I cross the room and open it to find Ivy standing there, her hand halfway to knocking again.
Her eyes flick to my chest, then widen. “Oh, God, sorry.”
