Well, he came in fired up, didn’t he?
“Kelsey, care to put him in his place?” I ask casually. If anyone can figure out this debacle, it’s Kelsey. She’s a modern-day marvel when it comes to organization. She sees storage in ways other people don’t. If anyone can make it work, it’s her.
“Well, I didn’t think you were going to bring over this many boxes,” Kelsey says, looking less confident than me. “And then who knows what’s in those boxes and bags that Huxley just dropped off?”
“Kelsey.” I sit tall. “This is what you specialize in.”
“I know.” She twists her hands together and says to Huxley, “I don’t want you to think I’m not good at what I do, because I’m really good, but sometimes you also have to admit that a purge is necessary in order to make things work. I’m a minimalist, and I think we might have to purge some of your things first, Lottie, in order to make this work.”
“Purge?” I ask, flabbergasted at the mere notion of doing such a thing. “Do you realize I only brought the bare minimum with me? I didn’t even bring all of my clothes. This is what I need to survive.”
“I’ll take care of this.” Huxley pulls out his phone and starts typing away. “I’ll have Andre come retrieve your boxes.”
“What do you mean, retrieve them? What’s he going to do with them?”
Huxley glances up from his phone, one brow lifted, those sultry eyes burning through me. “Take them to my house.”
I shake my head. “No way, nope. Not a chance. I told you I wasn’t moving in with you.”
“Don’t be absurd. I have a seven-bedroom house. You could have a room for each of your boxes.”
“I’m not rooming with a man I don’t know.” I fold my arms over my chest.
We stare each other down, a line being drawn between us.
Would living with Huxley be easier? Sure, probably, but I don’t know the guy. What insane person would just move in with a complete stranger?
Not me.
And my sister would never allow it.
“You know, it might not be a bad idea,” Kelsey says.
Excuse me while I pick my jaw up off the ground.
Excuse me?
Not a bad idea?
“Kelsey,” I whisper in shock. “What on earth? You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am.” She gestures to the boxes. “But one weekend of this and we’re going to hate each other. And look at him, he seems nice enough.”
“Nice enough?” I ask, completely floored. “Is that all the qualifications you need? Nice enough?”
“And he smells heavenly, and we know who he is, so if he tries to do anything, we can report him, and that would ruin his reputation. It’s obvious he’s going to great lengths to avoid that.”
There’s some truth to that, but still . . .
“What am I supposed to do—just live at this guy’s mansion?”
Kelsey smirks. “Uh, yeah. Seems like a dream to me.”
Leaning toward Kelsey, I whisper, “I don’t even like him.”
Whispering back, she says, “He can hear you.”
“You don’t have to like me to do business with me. Remember, this is nothing but a business transaction. The sooner you start thinking of it that way, the easier it will be to take the emotion out of it.”
I scowl at Huxley, who looks far too casual, rocking on his heels, hands in his pockets.
“He’s right,” Kelsey says. When I don’t respond, she continues, “What about this? Try it for a week, and then if you want to come back, my studio apartment is open to you, pillow bed and all.”
“You’re serious? You don’t want me to stay?”
“He’s not going to hurt you,” Kelsey says.
“That’s what you say now, but tomorrow in the news, missing-sister reports circulate the Interweb.”
“You’re being ridiculous. We know everything about him. He tries one thing, and his reputation is ruined. Trust me, I’m good at reading people. He’s not stupid.”
I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but when I look between the two of them, I feel myself leaning further and further toward a yes. Not because of the mansion aspect, but because I don’t want Kelsey to hate me, and I know after a few days in this tiny apartment, she very well might disown me. Living here is one thing, but working and living here in this apartment is a whole other ball game.
Sighing, I say, “Fine, but I request the farthest room away from yours, no funny business.” I point my finger at him.