I kept my gaze on Rhys during this exchange. It took me a moment to realize I was studying his reaction to Zoe. My friend was a knockout, but I didn’t want Rhys to notice.

Of course he’d notice; she was beautiful inside and out.

I was proud Zoe was my friend.

I just wanted Rhys’s attention for myself while we were in our Honeymoon phase.

And it irritated me that I could be so insecure and possessive.

Rhys’s expression was pleasant enough greeting my friend, but there wasn’t any hint of discernible interest beyond that.

Unlike Dean and Carlos, who both stepped forward at the same time to shake Zoe’s hand.

Dean glared at Carlos and nudged him out of the way. “I’m the brother.”

My friend took Dean’s proffered hand. “I’m the roommate.”

“And I’m Carlos.” He pressed a palm to Dean’s chest and shoved him back like he was a little kid. “Zoe, bonita, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Thanks for helping my boy out with this event.”

Eyes dancing under the flirtatious bedroom eyes of Carlos, Zoe shook his hand. “Well, it’s mutually beneficial.”

Carlos grinned, his dangerous dimples popping in each cheek. “Well, if mutual benefits are something you’re interested in, you and I should definitely talk some more.”

My friend laughed and withdrew her hand. “Oh, I’m not really into sharing benefits with someone whose pool of sexual companions is probably so big, it qualifies as a population.”

I tried to contain my snort at Carlos’s baffled expression. Clearly, he was used to women falling at the first sight of those dimples.

“Let’s get back on track.” Rhys squeezed my shoulder as he turned to Fiona. “Tell them about the ticket sales.”

Fiona beamed at us all. “We’ve sold out.”

Whoops filled the room and soon, failed flirtations went out the window as we discussed what had been done and what still needed to be done to make the event a success.

About an hour later, Fiona departed and Zoe sighed as the door closed on her. “I need to get back too.” She gestured to me. “You coming, or going?”

I shook my head. I was on the desk facing Rhys, who was sitting in his chair, his fingers chasing the goosebumps created as he caressed the back of my left calf.

She grinned knowingly. “Right. I’ll see you later, then.” Her gaze moved between me and Rhys. “Also, not that it matters, but I approve.”

I heard Rhys grunt as I beamed at my best friend.

It did matter to me what she thought of Rhys. Not enough I’d stop dating him, but still, I was glad she could see how happy he made me.

“I’ll walk you out,” Carlos offered.

“Oh, you don’t—”