Page 136 of Sweet Temptation

We checked into our B and B, which was the nicest place to stay in town, according to Summer. I didn’t ask why she didn’t stay at her brother’s. Now that the car games were over, the conversation had died. She was civil but withdrawn, and quiet instead of her usual sassy self.

I fucking missed that sass.

Was she still rattled about what happened at the club last night?

Or upset about this morning?

I knew I’d handled things badly at the hotel. Okay, abysmally.

But I didn’t know how to deal with it any other way than to retreat behind my wall of professionalism.

And the more I did that, the more annoyed she seemed to get.

I took a quick look around the property, then scoped out her room while she waited on the threshold for me to give the okay for her to enter. We each had our own room along the walkway off the back garden. It was a giant house that had once been a single family mansion and had been divided into private rooms. It was pretty luxurious compared to the few chain hotels I’d seen along the way in, but something told me I wouldn’t be seeing much of Summer while we were here.

I lingered for as long as I could, and when I left her in her room, she muttered something about having work to do. What work, I had no idea.

At dinnertime, I had Andre run out to get us takeout again. And maybe it was my imagination, but Summer actually seemed annoyed when I brought her the souvlaki on a pita with Greek salad, which I knew she liked. This time, instead of thanking me, she gave me a strange, irritated look, took the food and shut the door in my face.

The next few hours were pretty much a waiting game, as I tried to figure out how I could be less of an asshole. How I could be nice to her and make her smile again, and still do my job—without fucking up and ending up with my dick in her.

I also took the liberty of aggressively jacking off in my room while picturing her wearing nothing but those white thigh-high boots of hers.

When I knocked on her door to pick her up at nine p.m., like she’d asked me to, she stepped out in a hot-pink faux fur jacket, black furry boots, and skintight black satin pants. My gaze dropped straight to her ass when she turned to close the door behind herself, and my dick had a fucking seizure.

Jesus. Christ.

I adjusted myself, quickly, trying to get comfortable in my jeans.

She turned to me, almost bumping into me. Clearly, she’d expected me to move out of her way, like a normal human.

I just stood there staring her. Her jacket was open, and she was wearing some kind of black mesh shirt stretched over a hot-pink bra underneath. Looked like she was ready to do some hardcore clubbing.

I could envision her perfectly… straddling me in some dark back corner of a bar, riding my cock with abandon. The vision was blinding. I couldn’t feel my feet.

“Let’s go,” she said. She strode around me and up the path to the car, where Andre was waiting, while I tried to remember how to use my legs.

He opened the door for her, and I got in on the other side, joining her in the backseat and leaving him to drive.

Summer gave Andre directions, because her brother’s address, which was actually somewhere outside of Hope, wouldn’t show up on GPS. It was off a dodgy gravel logging road in the woods that we probably weren’t even supposed to drive the rental on, which was off another long road, which was off the highway. Felt like we were many miles from civilization.

It was dark as shit, no streetlights, and I didn’t see another driveway of a house anywhere.

When we turned up the drive to Summer’s brother’s place, it wound farther through the woods, no house in sight, for at least five minutes. But eventually, I heard a deep, rumbling bass beat coming from the dark ahead of us.

Music.

“This all belongs to your brother?” I asked Summer. If it did, it had to be hundreds of acres.

“Rich grandparents,” she said vaguely. “They’re getting really old now. My dad never wanted this place, but it’s worth a hell of a lot of money, so it’s staying in the family.” She shrugged a little. “I didn’t really want it either, and they always adored Justice, so.”

“Your parents must be interesting people,” I said.

She looked at me. I could see her glittery eye makeup, even in the near-dark. “Why?”

“I doubt uninteresting people name their kids Summer and Justice.” I’d already heard her brother’s name, and I knew it was his real name.

She didn’t say anything, just looked out the window. She didn’t seem to be in the greatest mood. At least, around me.

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