Free His Assurance (Assured Distraction Book 3) by Thia Finn Page A

saved the best for last.” Walking to the end of the hall, he stopped at another closed door. I felt like I was on the Price is Right game show. What’s behind door number three should I choose to accept it? He opened the door, and I was speechless. An over-sized four poster king bed, done in black, white, and gray, dominated the room. I didn’t know what I expected, but this was not it. It was a completely masculine, bachelor bedroom from top to bottom, including mirrors on the ceiling. I was clueless as to what to say without embarrassing both of us. He looked at me, and I knew he expected a response.
    “Wow, Gunner. It’s definitely a man’s bedroom.”
    He started laughing at me. “What?” He paused waiting for a comeback. “The truth is the house was decorated and furnished when I bought it. I don’t know anything about that kind of stuff, so I told the realtor that’s what I wanted, something ready to live in, and this is what I got.” He turned and looked at the five girls now staring from the doorway.
    Journey spoke up first. “Interesting what you’ve done with this room, Gunner.” She stared at the mirrors as she walked further into the room. When she climbed on the bed, I squealed.
    “What are you doing? Get off his bed.” In two steps I stood beside it ready to pull her off, but she had other ideas. She wasted no time running her hands over everything satin: sheets, comforter, pillows, everything.
    “You know I’m a touchy feely person, Lola. I’ve got the tactile gene.” She looked at her sisters in crime. “Y’all have to see this whole mirror thing. I need one night in this room.”
    “Get off of his bed, Journey!” I was completely mortified at this point as she stared into the mirrors. The other girls moved and stood beside the bed and looked up.
    “Chill, Lola. I’m not hurting anything, but it does feel scrumptious,” she stated as she slid off the bed and looked at Gunner and then at me. “I just imagine you’ll understand what I’m talking about.” With that comment, she strolled out of the room with a smile that would light up a photographer’s old dark room. “Come on girls. I spotted a lagoon pool out back, and it’s calling our name.” Her entourage followed her out the bedroom door.
    “I’m so sorry, Gunner. The girl knows no boundaries.” I turned from the bed, and as he leaned against the doorjamb looking at me, his gaze turned into a stare and then a smile that could melt the panties off my body. I didn’t know what was going on in that brain of his, but my time here could get more interesting very quickly. If I wasn’t thinking about jumping him before, I could hardly wait to get him alone now.
    “Lola, let me show you to your room.” He took my hand and led me down to the room across from the two girls’ room. He opened the door, and all I could do was gawk. It was all done in blues and yellows. I loved it immediately. Gunner followed me in and set my suitcase on the bed.
    “The view here is great in the morning because it overlooks my favorite part of this house, the pool. I love being in the water. I hope we’ll be trying the pool out while you’re here.” My eyes were drawn to the window, as he opened the plantation shutters. This room was freaking gorgeous, and the only view I saw was him in front of those windows with arms stretched above his head adjusting the wooden shutters. Those sculptured biceps covered in colored ink, stretched out from the tight sleeves of his t-shirt and were mouthwatering.

Chapter Eight
     

     
    I caught her ogling me when I turned from the windows, but she quickly recovered and started sounding like Journey.
    “Looks great to me, Gunner. I want to thank you for letting me bring total chaos to your home, which is beautiful by the way. I love the open rafters and beams and all the stone. It’s a perfect hill country home in Austin.” I stood and watched as she made her way to the window, so glad to have her