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

finally here. Damn, I hoped she felt the same.
    “Yeah, when the realtor opened the door, and I walked in and saw the huge open spaces, I immediately knew this was the house for me. I loved the rustic style, but I had no clue how to decorate a house, so I was glad she found one all ready to live in. It’s a big house for just me, but I wanted to invest my earnings in something that will last forever.”
    “Well, I think the decorator did a beautiful job. It’s homey and warm but still passes for a man’s house.”
    “So, do you want to unpack or see the rest of the house first?” I moved to the doorway, not wanting her to feel like I was hovering. I had never been in this position before, and it was fucking weird. The only girls I had ever brought upstairs were my sisters and mother. This home was my safe space, and I planned to keep it that way. Lola was not a hook-up, and I didn’t want her ever to feel that way. Honestly, I didn’t know what she was yet, but I planned to spend the next two weeks finding out.
    “I’m only taking out a few things for the night. I packed them separately so it’ll only take a minute.”
    “Sure, no problem. Come downstairs when you’re finished, and I’ll make you a drink. You’ll tell the girls, too? I don’t want to barge into some girly shit they might be into already.” She nodded her head as I backed out and shut the door to the room. I leaned up against the wall and took a breath. Damn, it was going to be a long two weeks if I had to act all fucking formal like that the entire time.
    In the kitchen, I took out all the snack stuff the lady I hired to help me left ready to serve. It was Chandler’s idea since I had no clue what to do with all of these females under my roof. She was great though and made me look like a sous chef or something.
    “OH MY GOD. You are awesome.” The girls walked into the kitchen wearing bikinis. That’s it, just brightly colored bikinis with small strings and even smaller triangles. What the fuck had I got myself into? Young hot bodies just ripe for the picking ran around in my house. No way would Carter step foot in my damn house while they were here. I wanted to suggest they put on t-shirts or something to cover up, but I kept my mouth shut. If I said something I knew I would look like a perv, so I turned my back and looked out the window above the sink. As much as I wished they were staying at my house the entire two weeks so Lola would be here with me, I would be in so much trouble if they did.
    I couldn’t understand why girls bothered with swimsuits anymore. They were hardly worth shit since they covered so little but hey, I wasn’t going to be the dumb ass to complain. I loved skin as much as much as the next guy, but if I had to sit around and watch five basically naked, hot chicks run around my house or theirs for a couple of weeks, I would spend too much damn time with a permanent chub or a bad case of blue balls.
    They each made a plate of snacks, grabbed water bottles, and headed out to the tables by the pool. I waited for the door to slam before I made a move to turn around in my kitchen. Journey was the last out, and she stopped and called my name. When I finally looked at her, she gave me a smile that had sincerity written all over it. She walked over to the counter beside me.
    “Thank you so much, Gunner, for letting us take over your home like this. I never expected Lola to come up with such an awesome birthday present for me.” She leaned into me and whispered, “’Cause God knows she’s a lame ass when it comes to partying.” She leaned back and finished aloud with, “and without you, she wouldn’t have. I truly appreciate what you’re doing to make it special.” Before I could reply, she kissed my cheek, winked at me and was out the door. That smile alone would have been enough, but her expression of thanks made it all worthwhile for me. Then she topped it off with a flirty wink. That girl will give some poor