Page 42 of The Wrong Guy

“I am dressed. I didn’t know this was the Ritz,” she mutters and closes her door with a little more attitude than necessary.

“What’s your game, woman?” I ask my housekeeper.

She yawns and pretends not to hear me. “Huh?”

“Very funny. What’s your game?”

She puts her rag down and looks me squarely in the face. “I’ve been watching you two dance around each other like this is a square dance for a week. I’m sick of it. If you’re going to be a pansy and not claim that beautiful girl, I’m going to help.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t need dating advice from my maid.”

“Obviously, you do. Now, get changed. I laid your clothes out for you. Dinner will be on the table soon, and then I’m goingto leave for the night,” she instructs. “When I return, I expect a cleaned kitchen and you two to come to your senses. Now, go.”

I throw my head back in a laugh. I can’t believe how she’s acting right now.

She walks over to me and places her hand on my shoulder. “Stav, I’ve been with you a long time. This could be the real deal, but you'll get friend-zoned if you don’t do something about it.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “How do you know what that is?”

“I might be old, but I’m not that old.”

Deciding not to push it any further, I go to my room to shower and do my hair afterward. I have pretty thick hair which takes a lot of manipulating, even though it always looks like I just run my fingers through it.

I’m notsurprised that dinner smells delicious as I walk out of my room to go into the kitchen to make sure dinner is completed. Shelly has set up a pretty romantic scene for us.

This is something out of my comfort zone. I’m not the romantic kind of guy and surely not the kind of guy with music playing in the background for a date.

What the fuck is she trying to pull?

I am who I am.

I hear Audrina walking out of her room, and I’m immediately stopped in my tracks.

Her long hair is twisted around the back of her head, and she’s wearing a pale yellow dress. Everything about her looks elegant and classy and makes me want to prove to her that she’s still one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.

“You look amazing,” I tell her while walking over to her. I place my hands on her hips to kiss her cheek. She leans into my touch.

She smells of roses and something else. Something that is only Audrina.

“You look pretty good yourself,” she murmurs.

The plates are already on the table, and wine has been poured for us.

“A girl can get used to this,” she whispers while sipping wine.

I could only hope.

Jesus. Where did that come from?

“I know-”

“Look-”

We both begin simultaneously but stop to let the other finish.

“You go first,” I advise.

She takes another sip of her wine before redirecting herself to me. “I know me living here has probably changed a lot for you. I just wanted to thank you for having me.”

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