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The Roommate's Secret Crush - A Falling For Your Best Friend's Brother Romance (West Coast Soulmates #1.5)

Willowick Publishingerschienen am01.07.2016
Rosalind and I have had a BFF Chip since 7th grade-the ultimate best friend favor. At age 25, Ros calls in her chip.
Her little brother lands in an hour.
And he needs a place to crash.
For more than one night.
No problem, right?
I pick Patrick up at LAX, expecting the same slight and nerdy boy I last saw in high school. He's still a nerd-new IT job-but all grown up and more gorgeous than any best friend's little brother has a right to be.
When he walks around my apartment in only a towel, it's difficult to keep seeing him as only a friend.
Ros completely bails on us, so I propose pooling our money into a two-bedroom and officially becoming roommates. He's polite, sweet, clean, and cooks.
What could go wrong?
I could fall in love with him. 



This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations. West Coast Soulmates #1.5mehr

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KlappentextRosalind and I have had a BFF Chip since 7th grade-the ultimate best friend favor. At age 25, Ros calls in her chip.
Her little brother lands in an hour.
And he needs a place to crash.
For more than one night.
No problem, right?
I pick Patrick up at LAX, expecting the same slight and nerdy boy I last saw in high school. He's still a nerd-new IT job-but all grown up and more gorgeous than any best friend's little brother has a right to be.
When he walks around my apartment in only a towel, it's difficult to keep seeing him as only a friend.
Ros completely bails on us, so I propose pooling our money into a two-bedroom and officially becoming roommates. He's polite, sweet, clean, and cooks.
What could go wrong?
I could fall in love with him. 



This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations. West Coast Soulmates #1.5
Details
Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781310714573
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Erscheinungsjahr2016
Erscheinungsdatum01.07.2016
Seiten120 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse226
Artikel-Nr.3361241
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Genre9200

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe

Chapter One

 


Jess, thank God! Where have you been? Never mind-I need to call in a BFF chip.

Slow down, Ros. What s wrong? It had to be big if she was calling in a best friend favor.

Patrick lands in an hour and I m stuck in Chicago.

Ricky s coming to town? Why didn t you tell me?

Uh, cause work has been crazy and I forgot? I need you to give him a place to crash.

Okay, I can pick him up and he can sleep on my couch until you get home.

That s not the favor. Jessâ¦

Uh-oh. Spit it out, Ros.

My building is closed for repairs, as you know. I m living out of hotels. Patrick got a job that asked him to be in L.A. in three days, so he s moving here with no time to find an apartment. Do you see what I m getting at here?

I sighed. You can t host your little brother until he s on his feet so you re making me do it. The BFF chip was a pact we made in seventh grade. Name it and the best friend had to accept the favor, as it was meant for emergencies. We d never used it as adults.

I love you, you re the best. I m sure he won t be any trouble! I ll forward you the flight info so you know where to pick him up.

Wait- But she d already hung up. I tried calling her back and it went to voice mail.

My phone buzzed, telling me I had a new e-mail. Patrick s info. I grabbed my purse and headed to LAX to meet him in Baggage Claim for his terminal. Ros owed me big time for this.

Last time I saw Patrick-Little Ricky to family-was high school graduation night for me and Ros. That was seven years ago.

He was an oops, born eleven months after his sister, and a nerdy, skinny, quiet kid. Since Ros and I had been BFFs since kindergarten, Ricky had tagged along on many occasions, until we reached high school. You know how it is. Last thing Ros wanted was to be seen on school grounds with her decidedly uncool little brother.

Went through the nightmare of parking at LAX, then searched for the right terminal. I d found a piece of paper to write his name on the back in case we didn t recognize each other. Been a long time, after all. As one of the biggest and busiest airports in the country, LAX was a zoo except in the middle of the night, so I was doing my best dodging and dancing around people and luggage. I m not a big girl. People running into me tend to knock me over.

I ducked to avoid a tall man s backpack only to get my legs run into by someone else s cart, and landed on my butt. A large hand appeared in my vision and I accepted the hand up before looking at who it was attached to.

You alright, miss? asked a deep voice.

Tilted my head up-and up. The guy must ve been six-foot-three at least. Thanks, yeah. Thick frame glasses, the curly hair⦠Ricky?

His eyes widened. Jessica. Did you come with Rosalind?

I was staring. Anyone could see it. I couldn t help it. In place of the scrawny kid barely taller than me was a hunk of hotness too yummy to be real.

Jess? That voice saying my nameâ¦dear God, there was no way he could stay with me arriving with all of that.

Sorry. You, uh, you look different thanâ¦um, no, Ros isn t here. She s in Chicago. Surprise⦠She asked me to pick you up.

I see. Well, I haven t picked up my suitcase, yet, so we should-

Right, the carousel. Pivoting on my heel, I led the way to where other passengers were waiting for their belongings. Get a grip, Jessica!

I could do this. I could get my best friend s surprisingly-hot younger brother-never think of him as little again-to a meal and a place to stay. Easy-peasy, right?

Patrick grabbed a large black suitcase that matched his carry-on. You re parked nearby?

In the closest parking structure, yup. God, everything out of my mouth right now sounded idiotic. Soâ¦Ros said you got a job here?

Yes, as a System Analyst.

I have no idea what that is.

It s an IT job.

Oh. Computers. You were always good with em. Shut up, shut up!

I appreciate you coming to get me on assuredly short notice, so you can drop me off at Rosalind s apartment and I ll be out of your hair. Where I d had to dodge all the people coming and going, the crowd naturally parted for Patrick. Tall guys had all the luck.

Yeah, that sâ¦not possible. He quirked a dark brow. Why did I keep looking at him? Ros building has some code violation and they ve temporarily evacuated all the tenants.

And she s in Chicago.

Right. Stuck. Probably weather or something. She called me an hour before you were supposed to land and asked for a favor. Sorry.

I m guessing she asked for more than giving me a ride.

Oh, I d ride him alright-augh, no! Bad brain! You know your sister.

His lips pressed together in a firm line. He knew.

We reached my car and I pressed the unlock button on my fob, then popped the trunk. Patrick heaved his luggage into the compartment with ease. Where had all those muscles come from? IT guys usually didn t look like they went to the gym. Shaking my head, I opened the driver-side door and sat down. The trunk lid closed, then he sat next to me a couple seconds later, and moved the seat back so his knees weren t hitting the glove compartment.

Jess, I don t want to be a bother-

You re not! Of course not. We re practically family. Ros is the PITA, not you.

Okayâ¦well, normally I d ask you to drop me at a motel, butâ¦this is embarrassing to admit-

What?

I can t afford one, he said quietly. Color tinted his cheek.

Oh. Because the new job hasn t-

Started. Yes. Rosalind was supposed to-

I understand. Better than I did when she called, now.

Thank you. I assume Rosalind has somewhere to stay while her apartment is under repair. Do you have a key?

Curse Ros lack of communication. There s no key. She s been living out of hotels, since she travels a lot for work, anyway, so I have nowhere to take you but my sofa.

Take youâ¦sofaâ¦geeze, I was a total gutter brain around this guy.

I see. When is she coming back?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Jess-

It s okay. Really. A night or two won t kill us. Did you eat on the plane?

A shake of his head. Colorado isn t far enough away for them to offer a meal anymore, at least not in Coach.

Like Chinese food?

I can feed myself.

Well, my pantry and fridge are empty, so I was ordering takeout tonight, anyway. It s not a big deal to add an extra entrée to the bill.

As you wish.

The whole ride, Patrick hadn t looked at me. Well, turned his head toward me. His eyes would flick over or his head would tilt, but he d avoided eye contact since the airport. Poor guy s wounded pride. Probably bad enough to take help from your sister, but then to get foisted upon her best friend by surpriseâ¦this couldn t get much more awkward.

I did my best to actively remind my libido that even though my best friend s brother now came in a very tasty package, he was still my best friend s younger brother and probably still the shy nerd at heart. Wouldn t do any of us any good to make moves on him just because my lady parts had decided he was the antidote to my drought of men. He was family.

He obviously wasn t interested in me, anyway. And too tall. Too young. Too-I glanced at the prominent pecs in his henley shirt-beefy.

While Rosalind lived closer to Downtown L.A., I was in the more affordable burbs. My apartment building was only three stories, if you counted the parking garage under the units. I parked the car in my designated space and popped the trunk again. Patrick wasted no time getting out. We took the elevator upstairs and I led him to my apartment.

This is homeâ¦door for the bathroom is over there. I dropped my keys and purse on the kitchen counter like usual.

He carried his luggage to the empty corner at the far end of the sofa. I d never decided on what to put there, so it d been blank since I moved in-a good thing, now. His carry-on was more of an oversized backpack, which he was pulling a laptop out of. Do you have an empty outlet?

For the charger, right. Uh, should be one in that corner, I said, pointing where his big case was. He bent over to look, displaying a round ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Seriously, did he live in a gym the past seven years? I picked up the Chinese restaurant menu and studied it like my life depended on it.

Which it totally would if Ros found out I mauled her little brother.

Do you like moo goo gai pan? Personally, I can t get enough fried wontons. Or chow mein. But you can order anything you want. Great, babbling. Yeah, that sounds totally normal.

Whatever is easy for you. He stood at the door to my balcony, looking out the window.

Are you still allergic to nuts?

His head whipped around in surprise. Yes. I m surprised you remember.

I did stab you with an epi pen on your sister s sixteenth birthday.

A small close-mouthed smile. So you did. Guess I owe you one, Jessica. My name sounded like melted chocolate with his voice. I d never thought it was sexy until it came from his lips.

I waved the menu at him....
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