when we met. r/rehabilitation.
I drove up the driveway to the home of Mr. McAllister, who my boss described as “a sweet man in his seventies who needed rehab after a hip fracture.” When I reached the house, I froze. It was beautiful. And giant. I couldn’t wait to see the inside.
I parked and walked up the front steps. I was unusually anxious as I rang the bell. The house was so impressive and imposing that I half-expected a butler to answer the door. But the man on the other side of the door was definitely not the butler.
He was tall. So tall. And he wore a suit better than I’ve ever seen a man wear a suit. His hair was just barely out of place, like he’d been raking his fingers through it. And the scruff on his face screamed sex. Okay, maybe it only screamed sex to me.
I didn’t even finish introducing myself before he answered his ringing phone. He raised a finger to me, telling me to wait. Rude. I stood there, irritated with Mr. I’m-Too-Important-To-Miss-A-Phone-Call.
I assumed this stupidly gorgeous man was Mr. McAllister’s son. And while Mr. McAllister might have been a “sweet man”, his son clearly was not. I sighed dramatically and tapped my foot as I waited for Mr. Important to finish his call.
“Can I help you?” he said, sounding annoyed. Fuck him for having such a deep sexy voice.
“I’m Lexi Emerson. I’m here for Mr. McAllister’s rehabilitation.”
“Oh, the physical therapist.”
Jeez. No “hello”? No introduction? Rude.
“Yes. May I come in?”
He moved to the side and let me in. “My father is right this way.” He started walking and I followed, barely able to keep up. Rude. We met Mr. McAllister in a lovely room with huge windows overlooking a beautiful garden.
I waited for Mr. Important to introduce me, but again, I was left hanging.
“Hello, Mr. McAllister. I’m Lexi. It’s nice to meet you.” I held out my hand. He took it in one of his and covered it with the other, giving me a gentle squeeze.
“Lovely to meet you, Lexi. And you can call me Wesley.” I smiled to him and he smiled back. Opposite of Mr. Important. Wesley looked toward his son and then back to me. “I see you’ve met Logan.”
“Not formally,” I said turning away from Wesley to his son. His eyes caught mine and my words caught in my throat. It felt like he was looking inside me. “Lexi Emerson,” I finally managed to say. I held my hand out toward him.
“Logan McAllister,” he said, taking my hand. I felt myself tremble the moment we touched. What the hell was that? “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Emerson,” he said. His tone was almost flirtatious. Or maybe it was sarcastic. I suspected the latter after how rude he’d been to me. But then he smiled. Holy fuck. I had never seen a sexier, more devious smile in my life. I would love to read his thoughts right now.
“You, too, Logan.” I intentionally used his first name, though he didn’t use mine.
Logan turned to his father. “I’ll get out of your way.” He turned to me with a nod. “Miss Emerson.” His gaze lingered for a bit longer than what seemed normal. My cheeks were burning as I watched Logan walk away. Before he left the room, though, he turned back and caught my eyes. “Miss Emerson, please see me before you leave.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
I caught a smirk on his face before he disappeared.
p.s. — The hot jerk. Who will inevitably be transformed into a good guy. Eventually.
Hot guy: American model Lukas Koszewski (also former drummer for the rock band Emarosa which I’d never heard of until I discovered this man)