She pulled her gaze away from his and looked down at her tablet as if she hadn’t just wrapped his balls in a tight sling and cut off his circulation.
“Let’s go look at the bedrooms.”
He wasn’t sure his dick could handle being in the bedroom with her. Any bedroom.
Especially following her up the stairs, watching the way her hips swayed back and forth as he followed behind her. And that ass. She had the most perfect ass and getting his hands on it suddenly seemed like the best idea ever.
No.
Worst idea ever, and he had better self-control than this.
To avoid any more mental temptation, he moved up beside her.
“There are three bedrooms to the right, master is to the left.”
She nodded. “Okay. Let’s check out the extra bedrooms first.”
The three bedrooms were spacious, which was another of the things he liked.
“Do you want the bedrooms carpeted?” she asked as they walked into one.
“No. I hate carpet.”
She smiled. “Me, too. We can discuss tile or wood floors up here. With the humidity, I’d suggest tile. There are lovely porcelain tiles that look like wood flooring.”
“Sure. Whatever. As long as it isn’t carpet.”
“Done.” She made a note and stepped into the upstairs bathroom, her nose wrinkling.
“Ew. This will need a redo.”
“Most everything in the house does.” He already knew going in that the entire house was going to need renovations. He just wasn’t a decorating kind of guy, so he had no idea where to start. He had to admit that, so far, he liked everything Harmony suggested.
“We’ll retile the bath, put in a new tub and shower, double vanity and repaint. Who thought purple in the bathroom was a good idea for paint?”
“No idea. Maybe kids did it.”
She made a note while shaking her head. “At least it’s a spacious bathroom.”
She walked out and made her way down the hall. His lips quirked. He had to admit, he agreed with all her ideas. More than that, he liked them. And he had no idea why that surprised him.
Maybe because he hadn’t known this was her job. Or that she was so knowledgeable about what she did.
When she opened the door to the master, she nodded. “Great-sized room. Horrible carpet. And floral wallpaper—yikes. That definitely has to go. You need more light in here, so I say we widen the windows to bring in more of that killer water view.” She walked out onto the deck.
“This is fantastic, Barrett.”
He stepped out onto the oversized deck with her. “What? You actually like something?”
She laughed, and the sound of her throaty laugh shot straight to his balls, making them quiver.
“I’m only rough on the house as it is now because the more critical I am on the front end, the more kick-ass it’ll be when it’s finished.”
“I’ll have to trust you on that.”
She laid her hand on his biceps. “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”
He liked the feel of her hand on him. He didn’t want to like it. “Yeah, you did.”
She squeezed his arm. “I’ll make this place amazing. But this deck? Other than needing to be refinished, I wouldn’t touch a thing about it. It’s incredible.”
“Yeah, it’s what finally sold me about the place. Being able to come out here at night and look out over the water is my perfect idea of ‘end of the day.’ ”
“Maybe you need a mini fridge in your bedroom so you can grab a cold one to take with you to sit out on the deck.”
He grinned. “Can you do that?”
She laughed. “I could, but I’m not putting a mini fridge in your bedroom.”
“Damn.”
“Come on, let’s look at the master bath.”
He followed her into the bathroom, another place that was a total wreck, but he liked the size of it.
She stared at it without saying a word for the longest time, then wrinkled her nose.
“What?” he finally asked.
She looked up at him. “Do you take baths?”
“No.”
She leaned against the counter. “I thought all athletes did that. You know, to soak their sore muscles.”
“I can do an ice bath at the locker room after a game. And there’s a hot tub outside if I need a hot soak. So no, I don’t need a bathtub.”
“Someday you’re going to get married and some woman’s going to want to take a hot bath.”
“Future Mrs. Cassidy can get naked in the hot tub if she wants a hot soak. That’s why you’ll make it all nice and private in that area, right?”
She pondered the thought. “I suppose.”
“Look at it this way. Let’s say it was you moving in here and you were creating this bathroom for yourself. What would you do?”
She looked over the bathroom again.
“What I really want to give you is an oversized shower against the wall there. You’re a big guy and you need that. But if I do that, it means eliminating the tub. I could push the wall out to the north and put in a soaker tub, but that would eat into your closet space, and I don’t want to do that, because a master bedroom needs a big closet. You’ll still have a tub in the other upstairs bathroom, so for purposes of resale I think you’re fine. You just won’t have a bathtub in here, which I think is okay, because you’ll have a monster shower. And I’ll put in a steam shower for you.”