Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(81)

Gorgeous, charming rogues, more like.

That’s the best way to describe Alec’s friends. In the year I’ve been their designer, I’ve witnessed enough moments to solidify that judgment. They’re beautiful bastards with terrible ideas and the perfect smiles to sell you on all of them.

They’re the kind of men you’d happily let destroy you because it’s better to get them for one night than for none at all. But that’s all you’d get—one night.

From what I’ve seen, nobody double dips. Ever.

“Holy fuck, Alec. It’s a straight-up blizzard out there.”

That’s Reed.

He’s the blond one. But like the only blond guy you’d actually fuck.

Armed with golden-tanned skin, as if he’s just back from sailing, he has the kind of looks that belong in a J.Crew ad. His teeth are so white you’re surprised he even drinks coffee. And his fuck-me green eyes are paired with perfectly coiffed hair that exudes the kind of sex appeal that makes you wish he’d invite you to remove your panties. Because after a minute with him, you’d only need an invitation.

Reed’s more charming than his bank account, and that’s massive.

And if I remember correctly, and I do, Reed sleeps in the nude.

I found out one morning when I arrived early to start work on his bedroom.

He wasn’t supposed to be home. The man stood, smirked, and walked lazily to his bathroom as he gripped his impressive morning wood, saying, “Good morning, Sammy. I was just dreaming about today.”

I swallow, remembering how I just stood there, staring like I’d never seen a dick before. But, like, his dick is impressive, the unicorn of dicks. Girthy. Jesus, let me never think that word again.

Another voice fills the room, pulling me back into the present.

“That shitty townie liquor store only had the cheap stuff, but the good news is the party’s canceled, so it won’t matter.”

Hello, Cole.

We’ve only met once. And that was enough to make quite an impression. First, there’s the way he fills out a suit—he feels severe. That’s the only way to describe it, like a character out of Peaky Blinders. Every crease is sharp and measured, created to make women breathless and men shrink.

Second, he knows it because it’s clear that Cole controls all. Period. The end.

I restored a Victorian he owns across from Alamo Square Park in San Francisco. He took me on a single tour, had me take extensive notes, then looked them over before making me correct my punctuation.

It was high-handed, dickish, and so very condescending. And weirdly, I swear those chocolate bedroom eyes burned with pleasure at each reprimand.

If I’m being honest, I may have played his secretary in my dreams. Crawling across the room to get spanked by his massive hands for forgetting the comma before and.

After I finished the job, he only showed his approval by sending me a gorgeous bouquet of all-white calla lilies. With a note that read: You exceeded my expectations. Looking forward to playing house again.

Yeah, I may have that note hidden in my lingerie drawer.

Suddenly, what Cole just said smacks me in the face, pulling me from the memory I’m in. He’d said, Canceled.

I turn and look at Alec.

“The party’s canceled? It’s the weather, right? I need to pack up and head for dodge before—”

I’m interrupted by a set of dimples hard to forget.

“No need to explain, Sam. Let me help you.”

Jace.

Jace is the golden retriever energy of the group. And the youngest, as in a hair under forty.

I was hired to design the interior of a house on the Bay he’d bought his mom and dad. Jace had moved them from Boston. It was the sweetest experience. They were so grateful and honestly salt of the earth kind of people. I could see how Jace turned out the way he did.

Even if he seems less polished. With wavy black hair and tattoos covering his body, he’s a walking temptation. My favorite tattoo is on display above his collar, covering his throat—a set of angel wings.

However, I came to find out that it didn’t accurately depict his personality.

I remember he caught me staring and offered to show the rest…shirtless. I’d turned into a Popsicle on a hot sidewalk. It didn’t hurt that his nipples were both pierced too. I was blushing and embarrassed, but Jace stood on display until I gathered myself and took a good look.

It was the hottest experience I’ve ever had, never touching another person. He just let me walk around and lean in to admire the artistry before he said, “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Despite his hellion demeanor, there is something soulful about his hazel-amber eyes. Jace feels like a hug. One you want to squeeze you tight, so you can dry hump his leg.

Jace walks past Alec, grabs a bin with leftover ornaments, and snaps the lid shut.

“Where do you want me, Sam?”

I swallow, head foggy, before matching his smile and rushing out, “Basement.”

Before I can say thank you, Alec picks up another bin. Then Cole brushes past me, saying nothing, followed by Reed.

My mouth won’t work as I shift around because I’m watching strong men do the heavy lifting. Well, perhaps not that heavy. Most of the bins are empty. But it’s still going in the bean bank.

They’re already coming back up when I finally get my head out of my ass and walk to the top of the stairs. So I breathe out, “Thank you. You guys are the best clients a girl could ask for.”