The second they rounded the corner, Eunice snatched her hand away. “What the hell was that?” she asked in a whisper.
“What?” He wasn’t truly that clueless, but played so.
She released a heavy sigh and hiked the stairs. Inside the bedroom, he was on her heels—right until the moment she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.
Blake leaned against the door jamb. “Are you upset?”
“Yes. No. I mean—” She cursed under her breath.
He couldn’t understand way she’d gotten so distressed. Okay, maybe he’d gone a little overboard, but…
Eunice continued. “I don’t know. Did you—”
She yelped once the door slung open and he was standing there. He flashed one of his award winning smiles in hopes of lightening the mood. She pushed him out of the way and moved toward the bed. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple white nightgown shirt. It was sexy as hell.
“Did you have to take it that far?” She said.
“We’re supposed to be a believable couple, right?” She narrowed her eyes at him. Had she been a bull, he had a feeling this was the moment she would have charged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my words would affect you so…deeply. They were pretty poetic, huh?”
Eunice snatched a pillow from the bed and hurled it at him. What was with him and women with pillows?
“Enjoy the floor, Mr. Poetic.”
Blake barked a laugh.
Eunice climbed in bed.
He sobered.
She pulled the covers to her chin.
Blake pulled his hands to his waist. “Eunice?” When she didn’t answer, he rested his hand on the back of his neck. “Come on. You can’t be serious. You’re really making me sleep on the floor?”
“Goodnight, Prat. Sweet dreams.”
There was a hint of laughter in her tone. Frankly, he didn’t find anything funny. “Seriously, that bed is the size of a small island.”
“In that case, you should feel privileged. You have the entire ocean to yourself.”
Every damn bodies a comedian in this house. “Okay. I’ll remember this.” This time, humor played in his tone. “See if you get a Christmas bonus.” He escaped into the bathroom, did his before bed rituals, then returned and made a pallet on the floor. Using the remote he shut off the lights, then attempted to find a comfortable position.
“Blake?”
Ah-ha. I knew she’d feel sorry for me. “Mmm-hmm,” he hummed.
“Your story… This is going to sound strange, but it actually happened to me in Central Park. Weird, huh?”
Not weird at all. Unlike her story, his had been steeped in truth. All except for the approaching her part. Unbeknownst to Eunice, he’d seen her in the park doing exactly what he’d stated. He’d also wanted to ask her out. But before he could, he discovered she’d recently started working for his company. Imagine his surprise when they’d bumped into each other at the annual Spring Fling he threw for his staff.
“Huh. Yeah. That is weird.”
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Seems like a great book 🙂
Thanks, Jackie! I hope you give it a try.
Loved the book!
I’m glad you enjoyed the book, Melanie. Thank you so much for the support!
I read your book based on a recommendation from another author and I really enjoyed it. I have now read a gentlemen’s agreement and smoke in the city. Enjoyed both very good Sunday reads
Hi Jackie!
Thank you so much for reaching out. I’m glad you enjoyed the books! Thanks for the support.
I enjoyed A GENTLEMAN’S AGREEMENT, so much that I have read 3 more of your novels. Being from the South, I loved the “country sayings” of Blake’s father. Your books are well written and draws the reader into the story. I found myself laughing, crying, or just smiling while reading. Will you delve into the relationships of Blake’s brothers Ian and Tucker? I think that would be interesting. Also, if Eunice ever had the 6 children Blake wanted. Looking forward to reading more of your books. Thank you for sharing you stories with us.
Hi, Rhonda!
Thank you for reaching out! I’m so glad you enjoyed Eunice and Blake’s love story. I enjoyed writing it. Hearing what you experienced makes me smile. I always aim to touch emotions when I pen a story.
Yes, Ian and Tucker will eventually get their own stories sometime later this year.
Thank you so much for reading my stories! I truly appreciate the support!
Be blessed,
Joy
Love that excerpt — I need to read more!
Thanks, Kristen! Please do!
Joy