Mansplainer by Avery Flynn

Author:Avery Flynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: City Life Fiction; Contemporary Romance; Coming of Age Fiction; Billionaire Romance; New Adult & College Romance; Contemporary Romance Fiction; Last Man Standing Series; Series Romance; Stand Alone Romance; Sexy Romance; Avery Flynn; Butterface; Tomboy; Muffin Top; The Negotiator; The Schemer; Parental Guidance; Awk-weird; Loudmouth; Mama’s Boy; Neanderthal; Mansplainer; The Hartigans; Sexy Romantic Comedy; Entangled Publishing; Amara; Popular Romance; Fake engagement romance; RomCom; Billionaire Romance; Romantic Comedy Book; New romance book; romance ebook; Laugh out loud romance; steamy romance; humorous romance; sports romance; Ice Knights; Back in the Burbs; cousins; family; bet
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Nash

The ride back to Chelle’s apartment was pure fucking torture. The second the car dropped them off in front of her building, he let out a sigh of relief.

But it was too damn soon.

Before they could make it through the lobby, they got stopped by a woman named Suzanne who wanted to complain about Groucho Barks and Mary Puppins. He held it together long enough to admire the way Chelle shut the woman down, and then he hustled them up the stairs. Her door was just down the hallway, a yellow beacon representing the finish line where he’d get to strip her down and taste every inch of her—except for one thing.

Two things, really.

Two furry, yappy, and very happy to see them things that barreled straight for them as soon as they walked through the front door.

“Just give me a second to take them for a quick walk,” she said as she managed to clip on their leashes, even though the dogs were squirming like electric eels.

Yeah. No.

Nash scooped a leashed dog under each arm. “You get naked. I’ll be right back.”

Her eyes went dark with desire, and she didn’t argue.

He would have thought the blast of cold air when he walked out the building’s front door would have been enough to cool him off. He would have been wrong. He swore the snow was melting before the flakes even landed on him as he strode down the block.

“I swear, if you two take care of this fast, I will buy you each a lifetime supply of peanut butter–filled Kong toys.”

Maybe they understood, maybe they took pity on him, or maybe they didn’t want to be outside any longer than he did, because they were ready to go in a half block later. A cooler guy wouldn’t have picked them up and all but sprinted back to the building and up the stairs. Nash was not that guy, though, not when Chelle was waiting for him.

He stashed the dogs in the kitchen with two bowls of kibble, made sure Sir Hiss had his dinner, double-checked there was water, and then rushed to Chelle’s bedroom. He took a second to bring himself into check so he wouldn’t look like one of her wild satyrs ready to fuck at a moment’s notice, and then—fina-fucking-ly he opened the door.

The bed was empty.

Her bathroom was empty.

He highly doubted she was hiding in the closet, but like an asshole, he checked anyway.

That’s when he heard her clear her throat, and he looked out into the hallway. Chelle stood in the open doorway of his room, wearing only a black, almost see-through robe and a shade of red lipstick she hadn’t been wearing on their date. Dazed, he just stood there drinking her in, memorizing the way he could almost see all of her soft curves that made his mouth go dry. She toyed onerously with the end of her hair for a second and then set her shoulders. One side of her mouth tilted up into a smile as she curled her finger at him and then disappeared into his room.

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