Page 28 of Tame Me

“Can’t you stay?” His request melted my heart, and I was seconds away from accepting, when I remembered I was Memphis.

The risk of getting through the night without revealing my horrible lie was too high.

Hunter wanted Memphis to stay, not Plain Jane, and the quicker I got out of there, the better. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

My heart broke into a million little pieces at the situation I’d put myself in.

I rolled off the bed and dressed as quickly as I could. With my shoes on, I turned to him. He was lying on his side, the sheet draped over his legs, his head propped up on his hand. “Thank you for a perfect evening.”

“I hope you don’t wait so long to call me next time.” His words were a beautiful melody and an utter catastrophe at the same time.

I blew him a kiss, and with one last glance at my sexy chocolatier, I grabbed my bag and walked out his door before I blurted out my dirty little secret.

It wasn’t until I was in my room that my racing heart began to settle. I undressed, had a quick shower, slipped into my pajamas, and brushed my teeth.

At my bed, I reached for my diary. I turned to the 22nd of October, and at the top of the page, I wrote Hunter McCall Room 17.

I detailed our wonderful date, taking immense care to describe our incredible sex.

I wrote about how much I’d enjoyed his company, and in particular, listening to his delightful stories about travel and food.

Hunter had not only made my heart skip a beat, but he’d captured my mind, too.

He’d saved me from dwelling on the tumultuous weekend in Mildura, and with that thought, I wrote My Raunchy Rescue.

I truly enjoyed being with Hunter, but the problem was he only knew me as Memphis.

After three times with him, how could I tell him that the woman he’d been sleeping with was a lying imposter?

I would need an ocean of ink to detail the crazy thoughts shooting through my brain. My tumbling emotions were insurmountable, and I couldn’t put them into the right words on the page.

After an eternity of scribbling, I gave up.

I flipped my diary shut, crawled under the covers, and as I closed my eyes, I pictured Hunter and every inch of his amazing body lying beside me.

Tears tumbled down my cheeks.

Would Hunter ever get to know the real me?

Chapter Nine

The weekend ahead promised to be an amazing sensory overload. For the first time since I’d started working at the Hot Horizon Hotel, we were hosting the Total Fitness Expo. Eye candy had never been hotter, and it was impossible not to drool at the bodies that had been traipsing through my lobby since my shift started an hour ago.

So far, I’d been unlucky in my quest to find a man for this week’s sexual challenge. Not one available contender had walked through the sliding glass doors of the Hot Horizon Hotel, and with only eight weeks remaining in the year, I had every intention of fulfilling my mission. I was excited about what and, in particular, who was on my agenda before New Year’s Eve arrived.

Now, with a hundred or so hot bodies to choose from, I was quietly confident this week’s challenge would be fulfilled before Sunday night rolled around.

Tonight was set-up night for the Total Fitness Expo, and from tomorrow morning through the next two days, thirty-two stallholders would be showing off a variety of items that could and should improve one’s fitness. That ranged from equipment to clothes to supplements and a variety of other products I’d never seen before.

They were a happy bunch, and after listening to their excited chatter for an hour or so, I set the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter and headed into the conference room to see the enthusiasm for myself.

It was impossible to know where to look, and as my eyes flitted from one hunk to the next, I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. A man standing on what looked like an oval skateboard caught my eye, and I strolled toward him.

“Hello, I’m Jane Nichols, the night manager here. How’s everything going?”

“Hi, Jane, I’m Xavier. We’re nearly set up. Had a few issues with the power cords, but it’s all good now.”

“Excellent. What’ve you got there?”

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