Page 108 of Sweet Temptation

It was filled with weird dreams of last night’s show, and Ronan driving his car. Without a shirt on. I wasn’t even sure how those things connected in the dream, but they were in there.

I slipped on a robe and headed down to the kitchen. The house smelled gloriously of coffee, which meant Ronan had been up. I didn’t see him, though.

When I peeked down the hall to his room, his door was shut, and I could hear the rumble of his voice; he must’ve been on the phone.

I could see a set of free weights on the sunroom floor, so maybe he’d already gotten a workout in. Someone must’ve dropped them by for him this morning? Because they weren’t there yesterday.

He’d told me he worked out with a personal trainer, and that he trained some of his employees in mixed martial arts; he’d asked me if it was okay if they do that here. In the sunroom or in the basement, wherever they wouldn’t be in my way.

I didn’t have a problem with that. Having to see fit men working out in my house wasn’t exactly an inconvenience.

I wondered if his trainer had already come and gone this morning. The man was an early riser like I’d never known.

I fixed myself a coffee and threw together a quick breakfast scramble with eggs and some random leftovers, just trying to clean out the fridge before I headed out of town. I was flying to Toronto later today.

Well, Ronan and I were flying to Toronto.

I made breakfast for him too, and left it on the warm pan on the stove. I texted him that it was there, and headed back upstairs with my breakfast. I put on my fluffy slippers and enjoyed my food and coffee out on the balcony off my bedroom—while I tried not to think about Blair climbing up here just days ago.

I’d had Christina, my housecleaner, thoroughly clean and disinfect it for me to eradicate the creepy vibes, before I’d even think about coming out here again.

While I ate, I returned a few messages. And I talked to Pam to make sure everything was a go for tonight’s show. Sledge was already on his way to Toronto with my gear, and she’d sent me all my hotel and flight info.

The flight had been changed, to accommodate adding Ronan and Andre to my travel itinerary. Pam had cc’d me on her email to Ronan with his and Andre’s travel info, too. On our flight to Toronto today, Andre was seated halfway back in the plane, on the aisle.

Ronan was seated with me in first class.

He’d already told me that he’d book a cab for us this morning. So all I had to do was get myself ready, pack up and head out.

I was just heading into my bathroom after breakfast when I got a text from him.

Ronan: Thank you.

So… he was having the breakfast I’d made for him. And at least he wasn’t pouting about last night. Maybe.

He’d seemed pretty damn grumpy after the show, while I mingled with my guests—you know, had a good time—and he watched over me like a hulking, sexy grouch… then had the audacity to inform me, his client, that I wasn’t going home with anyone.

Because that seemed normal.

I really didn’t enjoy him telling me what to do. Except that in a twisted sex way… I kinda did.

I didn’t like letting him win, though.

And I definitely didn’t love it when he’d informed me that we were never, ever hooking up because it would be… improper.

Since when did the idea that fucking someone was “improper” ever turn anyone off?

Was he trying to turn me on?

Because if so, it was fucking working. The man was a giant, handsome pussy tease. My pussy had decided so last night, when I came home to bed alone and took it for a desperate, exuberant ride on a large, phallic sex toy while I fantasized about his grouchy face.

I would’ve considered pouting about the whole thing myself, but I really wasn’t much of a pouter.

I would, however, vent to Elle about it after my shower, if I could get her on the phone. I sent her a text to give her a heads up, then showered and dressed. I packed my travel bags, and while I put on my makeup, I shut myself in the bathroom and called her on speaker.

“Elle’s firefighting department,” she answered. “Putting out fires since two-thousand-and-forever.”

“Hey, babe.”

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