Free The Perfect Fit (Riley O'Brien & Co. #2.5) by Jenna Sutton Page B

riots.
    Wait … he recognized that ass. He saw it—stared at it—every day.
    The woman in the sexy dress was Margo. And the moment his dick realized that fact, it woke up from its nap and did a couple of stretches in preparation for vigorous exercise.
    Zeke took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. For a brief moment, he thought about turning around, going back home, and locking himself in his bedroom until this insanity passed.
    But then Margo glanced in his direction. And he knew, without a doubt, that he wasn’t going anywhere.
    He could tell the moment she saw him because her lips tilted in a delighted, welcoming smile. Shock sizzled through him. Every other woman he knew would have given him an icy glare for being so late. Andrea would have harangued him for being selfish and inconsiderate, and she would have been right.
    But Margo wasn’t angry. She was happy to see him, and that made him feel even guiltier for being late.
    She gave him a little wave before beckoning him with a flutter of her fingers. He moved toward her, trying not to limp as he crossed the terrace. The fall during the softball game had aggravated his leg.
    When he reached her, she leaned up and gave him a hug. The first time she’d hugged him, months ago, he had just stood there like a giant oak tree, uncomfortable with her affectionate nature. But he was used to it now, and he hugged her back.
    As he wrapped his arms around her, his palm grazed the bare skin of her back. How could anyone’s skin be so soft? Was she this soft everywhere?
    He moved his hand a little lower, and his fingers encountered the lace of her dress. He wondered if she was wearing panties underneath, and if so, what color they were.
    “I’m so glad you’re here,” she murmured. “Thank you for coming.”
    “I’m sorry I’m late, Go-go.”
    “It’s okay,” she replied, waving off his apology.
    She stepped back and assessed his appearance. “You look very good in a tux, Zeke. But your bow tie is crooked. Lean down a little so I can fix it.”
    He complied, bending down until his nose was almost buried in her fragrant hair. It smelled like cherries and vanilla.
    As she fiddled with his bow tie, she asked, “Did you win the game?”
    “Yes. Six to four.”
    “Yay! Good job, team captain!”
    The sound of a man clearing his throat drew Margo’s attention. As she turned, the decorative comb in her hair sparkled. “I’m so sorry for being rude, Derek. Let me introduce you.”
    Suddenly, Zeke realized Margo wasn’t alone. He had been so dazzled by her that he hadn’t even noticed the guy standing in front of her.
    “Zeke, this is Derek Symons. He’s one of my clients.”
    Zeke eyed the other man, cataloguing his Armani tuxedo—the same one that Zeke had deemed too expensive when he’d gone shopping at Saks. They were about the same height and build, but the similarities ended there.
    Derek was just as young and fresh-faced as Margo. Unlike Zeke, he didn’t have any gray strands threading through his dark brown hair, nor did he have any lines radiating outward from his hazel eyes.
    Margo continued with her introduction. “Derek recently joined Abbott, Seligman…” She smiled ruefully. “What was the rest of it?”
    “Abbott, Seligman & Rodarte,” Derek supplied. “It’s one of the largest law firms on the West Coast. So far, it’s going well. I’m really happy there.”
    Zeke could feel Derek’s eyes on him, sizing him up, wondering who he was. He extended his right hand to the younger man, who gripped it strongly.
    “Zeke May.”
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zeke. How do you know Margo?”
    Margo laughed lightly. “Oops, I left that part out! Zeke is my roommate. I had a hard time finding a place to live when I moved here, and he had an extra bedroom to rent. He and my uncle are old Army buddies.”
    Margo’s explanation was completely accurate. Yet it made Zeke irrationally angry, especially the “old” part and the way she minimized