What a Girl Wants by Kate Perry

his shaving cream today; it was packaged and ready to go. On the bottle, she’d drawn a little devil, pitchfork and all. She grinned, thinking about the name she’d given his batch.
    Where was he? She checked the volume on her phone, to make sure she’d hear if he called from downstairs to be let in.
    “Are you waiting for someone?”
    She glanced at her sister. “What makes you say that?”
    “The way you’re preoccupied with your phone.” Belle’s brows raised from behind her sunglasses. “That’s not like you, especially when you’re in your garden.”
    “I just have a lot to do today.” She set her phone next to her and tried to recall what else she needed today.
    “And I’m in your way,” Belle summed up, sounding like she didn’t care.
    “You’ve been in my way all your life.” She grinned at her sister.
    “I love you, too.” Belle rested her head so her face lifted to the rare late morning sun. “So, what’s his name?”
    Ariana stilled, staring at her sister. “Excuse me?”
    Belle’s lips curved in her sly way. “You always get weird when you’re preoccupied with a guy.”
    “I’m not weird,” she protested.
    “He must have a dreamy voice, because I haven’t seen you in such a tizzy since that scrawny dude who sounded like God.”
    “Joel wasn’t that scrawny,” she lied.
    “A-ha!” Belle pointed at her. “You didn’t deny it. This new guy does have a dreamy voice. I knew it. He doesn’t have a hoofed foot or a third nipple, does he?”
    “Of course not.”
    Her sister gave her a sidelong glance. “So you’re saying you’ve seen him without his clothes on.”
    “No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Was it her, or did it suddenly become really warm?
    Fortunately, her phone rang and saved her from replying. Jumping to answer it, she felt a rush when she saw it was the front door. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she buzzed whoever it was in.
    “Uh-huh, you aren’t acting weird at all,” Belle said, standing up.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, picking up her basket of herbs.
    “Going to check him out.”
    “No.” Ariana shook her head, barring the door to the stairs. “No way. You stay here.”
    “Like hell I am.” Belle poked her in her ribs.
    She squealed, squirming to escape being tickled. “That’s not fair, Annabelle,” she yelled after her sister, who shot down the stairs, laughing. She ran after her, trying not to sprinkle herbs in the stairwell.
    “Oh,” she heard Belle exclaim.
    Ariana rounded a corner and ran into her sister’s back. “What—”
    “Am I interrupting?” Sebastian said in his dark chocolate voice.
    She shut her mouth abruptly, her mouth dry.
    Belle gave her a knowing look over her shoulder before she held her hand out to him. “I’m Annabelle Warren. Who are you?”
    “Sebastian Tate.” He flashed a smile at her sister.
    His smile was too charming. Ariana frowned. What was he trying to do, seduce Belle? She pushed her sister aside. “Annabelle was just leaving.”
    “I was?” her sister said, staring at Sebastian with way too much interest.
    “Yes.” She pushed Belle toward the stairs. “I’ll see you Sunday.”
    “Yes, you will.” She shot Ariana a look that meant she was going to get answers and then winked at Sebastian before leaving.
    “Cute kid,” was all Sebastian said as she let him into her apartment.
    As she closed them inside, she noticed the portfolio tucked under his arm. “You seem like you’re ready for work.”
    “I’ve got ideas, and I know I’m only going to have one chance to make you see how good they are.” He gave her a bright smile that radiated excitement for life. It overwhelmed her studio, filling it with testosterone and hope.
    “Ready to get down to business?” he asked, slipping off his coat.
    Probably not the sort of business he had in mind.
    Crossing her arms, she told her libido to shut up.
    He seemed oblivious. He went to the dining room table and set his