With a groan, I tugged back the comforter, threw my legs over the edge of the bed, and headed to the kitchen. I had an hour before the builder arrived, and I needed to eat and shower beforehand. As of this morning, I was officially no longer working with Alessandra, and the founder of a blog that still didn’t have a name. It was exhilarating, yet frightening, and I had plans to get a start today. The thought alone brought a smile to my face.

The front door burst open as I was standing in the kitchen eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, and Josh strutted in wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt that clung to his chest.

“Morning, Roomie,” he said, slightly breathless, before pulling open my fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“What are you wearing?” I stammered as I gave him the once over . . . actually, it was about the third over.

“I just went for a run,” he stated like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I should be the one asking what you’re wearing.”

I looked down at myself. “Panties and a cami. I just got out of bed, give me a break.”

His tongue darted out and licked his lips, as his eyes roamed freely over my almost-naked body. “I’d have gotten you to move in years ago if I knew you’d be wearing that.”

“I’ll be sure to pack my onesie, because this body is going to be covered.” I laughed and nudged his shoulder as I walked through the kitchen and into the living room, as the sound of an incoming text message sounded. I spun around to look at the couch and grab my phone, and realized Josh had followed me in.

His eyes fell to my naked thighs and lingered over my hips, before gliding up my stomach, and landing on my boobs, which were straining against my camisole.

“Eyes up here, Joshua.”

A heated promise hit his eyes when they finally found mine. “You have a body that makes men want to sin.”

My breathing stammered, and heat flushed through my body. I was a confident woman. I knew my curves had served me well in the past, but having Josh make a comment like that and give me the look of complete worship made me feel more like a woman than any other man had before.

“He is a fucking idiot for messing around on you.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. The atmosphere had turned electric, and I needed to grab control. “I should go pack.”

“Here’s a key. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home tonight.” He placed a silver key in my palm and headed to the door. Just as he was about to step into the hall, he turned back and gave my body one more glance. “I’m really looking forward to having you around.”

Suddenly, my body was switched on once again, and chaos ran wild throughout me. Something told me that the unknown I was about to step into would be something I could never predict.

Three hours later, my bedroom was in chaos, and I was quickly gaining a headache from the builder banging away in my main bathroom. After Josh left me in a mass of confusing butterflies, I quickly showered, checked emails, and began the arduous task of packing. My suitcase lay open with dresses, jeans, and lingerie exploding out of it and covering my bed. I sashayed around my bedroom as I listened to Ellie Goulding, waving one of my scarves behind me. Usually, I could feel Josh in the room, but now I was oblivious. I froze when I caught him leaning against my bedroom door, watching me closely with his arms folded over his chest.

“You really need to learn to knock.” I threw the scarf back onto my bed.

“And where is the fun in that.” He stepped into my bedroom, and his gaze went straight to my walk-in closet. “I had an idea for your blog name.”

My interest piqued as I waited for him to continue. I took a seat on the edge of the bed and couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. Josh disappeared into my closet and returned a few seconds later, holding my strapless bandeaux red dress in one hand, and my strappy, black, very-expensive heels in the other.

“I want you to wear this and these,” he said, dropping the heels and dress in my suitcase. I looked between him and my suitcase, confused.

“One of my favorite things about you is your randomness, but this is taking it to a whole new level.” I laughed.

“You’ll be wearing this when we celebrate the launch of Ashlyn’s Closet.” He smiled and walked out of my bedroom, leaving me completely speechless and overwhelmed.

“Ashlyn’s Closet,” I whispered to myself. “It’s perfect.”

THE CONTENTS OF EDEN’S eager text message had been playing on my mind all day. Eden was known for her excitement, but there was something about this one that was crazy excited, even by her standards.

Joshy, we are going out for dinner and drinks tonight. Meet us downstairs at seven. Don’t be late. I have a massive surprise for you!!!!!

Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed dinner with my brother and Eden, but I never got so excited that I used multiple exclamations marks in my texts. Knowing that if I didn’t reply she’d be texting me all day, I tapped in a quick response informing her I’d be there, before placing my phone face down on my desk and turning back to the twenty-three unanswered emails sitting in my inbox.

As I finished responding to email number thirteen, a soft knock on my door startled me, and I looked up from my screen as Ashlyn walked in.

“Have you got a couple of minutes?” she asked hopefully. “I have the photos from last week’s shoot for you.”

Gone were the panties and cami that I had seen her in earlier, now she was in head-to-toe business attire. A black skirt, gray shirt, and red heels greeted me. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she had the juiciest looking lips I had ever seen, complete with blood-red lip gloss.

“You look good today,” I said after I feasted on her with my eyes. The words sexy, beautiful, and ball-achingly stunning had come to mind, but I settled on pretty.

“I got dressed up just for you, Joshua,” she replied with a wink, and handed me a white envelope. “Eden did an amazing job with the photos. If there are any issues, you’ll have to email Alessandra, and she will organize to reshoot. I am sure you’ll agree with me that the choice of location, model, and props definitely screams summer chic.”

“Take a seat,” I said.

She pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. I shot her one final smile before sliding my finger along the seam of the envelope and pulling out the A4 photos. Photo after photo showed exactly what was asked. Eden Rivers was a freaking genius. My future sister-in-law knew her shit.

“These are great,” I said, flicking through the photos. “However, I do have one pressing matter. It’s quite serious, and I would be very hesitant to accept these if it’s not rectified.”

She leaned over the desk toward me and attempted to look at the photo I’d halted on. I turned the photo to her, and the confusion that swept over her face was thoroughly amusing.

“What’s the problem? That photo is stunning. The model is beautiful, the outfit is smoking hot, and the lighting and location are exactly what you asked for. You cannot be serious.”

“My problem is that you do not own this outfit. I would suggest stealing the skirt the model is wearing.”

“Josh fucking Crawford, you had me panicked. Don’t do that.” She laughed with a shake of her head. “And who says I haven’t already stolen it?”

“You are a minx, Ashlyn Hart.” I laughed as I put the photos back in the envelope.

“Yep, a minx with a new skirt.”

Her eyes dropped to her phone as a text message came through, and a smile appeared on her face when she read it. “Eden’s text messages always crack me up. I see that we are all going to dinner tonight, and Eden is very excited about that fact.” She laughed as she quickly tapped in a reply.