“This is going to hurt, just a little. I’m going to have to take out the glass.”

“Okay,” I nodded. Though the pain was bearable compared to the first initial stab, it was the sight of blood that got me all riled up. There was no way I could ever be a nurse or any profession that had to do with seeing blood.

After Matthew took the glass out, he cleaned my wound, wrapped a bandage over it, and left the room. I heard him back in the kitchen, so I assumed he was cleaning the mess for me. He wasn’t a big jerk after all. After I changed my top, I hobbled to the table where he set the dishes of eggs and coffee. “Thank you,” I said sincerely, getting lost in his hazel eyes.

Looking through his thick, long eyelashes, he winked at me, making my heart skip a beat. I had to stop allowing myself to feel these feelings. He was Max’s brother and he would be around a lot, so I would have to get used to his presence and try to be his friend.

“Becca, what do you do exactly? I mean I know you’re an agent, but I really don’t know what agents do,” he asked, giving me his full attention after he shoved a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

After swallowing the rich, sweet taste of my coffee, I explained. He asked me if he could read some of the query letters, and of course, I told him they were confidential. He gave me a frown that was too adorable, so I focused on his chest. Big mistake. Now I couldn’t stop staring at his pecs.

When he probed with more questions about what I looked for in query letters, I told him I liked romance novels and that I basically looked for potential book boyfriends.

“Book boyfriends?” He chuckled aloud. As I watched, his chest moved to the rhythm of his laugh. “Really?” He took his last bite and chugged his coffee.

“Yes, really.” I had already finished my plate since I was too nervous to talk.

“Is that like for people who can’t get one in real life?” He was totally amused by this notion.

“No, silly,” I giggled. “Readers read books to help them escape from the daily routine of life. Many of these romance books have a swoon-worthy, gorgeous guy with really nice abs and a six pack, who can deliver wild, hot sex.” Just the thought alone made me turn red and I froze when he gave me a heated look. Then his eyes concentrated on my lips, shifted to my br**sts, then back up to my eyes. When I said ‘wild, hot sex,’ I just described him and what he could potentially do.

Gravitating toward me, his eyes locked lustfully on mine. His lips were just inches away as they parted to speak and I didn’t know how he got so close to me. “I would like to be your book boyfriend,” he said with the hottest sound that could sing out of his lustrous, lick-able mouth. The puff of his breath on my lips sizzled way down to my sex. He reached out to my face, his thumb sensually sliding, feather-light to touch my bottom lip with one long, slow stroke. As I watched his tongue glide over his bottom lip at the same time, I quivered beyond control.

Completely dumbfounded, I sat there staring at him and in my mind, I had already taken off my clothes for him. Blinking because that was all I could do, I wanted to say yes, but my pride and my head knew better and stopped me.

Suddenly, he broke his gaze and it felt like he had just dumped ice water over my head. “Is that what a book boyfriend would say and do?” he chuckled as he picked up our plates and took them to the kitchen.

What just happened? I was almost certain my face was deep red, because I felt it down to my toes. Was this how Jenna felt when she drank alcohol? Matthew came back and leaned against the wall by the television, looking so dreamy with his hands in his pocket. “I think you’ll be fine, but if it doesn’t start to heal or if the bleeding gets worse, you should ask Jenna to take you to the hospital. If she’s busy, then you can ask me.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I said, thinking how sweet that he’d offered. “I’ll just be hopping around for couple of days. Thanks for the eggs and the coffee, and thanks for helping me. I’m not good with blood.” Though I wouldn’t have broken the glass if he weren’t here in the first place, so it was his fault, but I sure didn’t mind him carrying me.

His lips curled into an amused smile, flashing his white teeth. “I could see that,” he nodded. “Anyway, I’d better go. Max and Jenna are taking too long. They should have been back by now. Max had already set up the whole deal before they went to take a look.” He paused and a brow lifted. “Unless…they took a detour.”

Looking at my confused expression since I had no idea what he was talking about, he put on the suit jacket that was slung on the sofa and started to step toward the door. “If they stop by, can you tell them…never mind, I’ll just text Max.” Placing his hand on the doorknob, he turned to see me right behind him. “So, book boyfriend, huh?”

“What?”

“You like wild, hot sex?”

“What? No. I didn’t say me,” I stammered and laid a light punch on his arm.

He just chuckled at my effort. “Well I don’t need a book girlfriend, that’s for sure. See you around, Becca. Some of us actually have work to do, and don’t get to stare at blank screens. Oh, and don’t look at my ass while I walk out the door. You’ll turn me on.” After he winked, he left.

His words should have annoyed me, but instead, I was turned on; and guilty as charged because he was right, I was looking. He looked so damn hot in that suit that I would have to be a freak not to look. I wanted to peel it off him slowly and enjoy every inch of him. His last comment seriously gave me hot flashes. From the moment we met, he turned me on, but I would never feed into his ego. Oh, but what an arrogant, sexy, hot ass!