Page 36 of Tame Me

“Is anyone due to check in?”

My shoulders slumped. “No.”

“Well, that solves that. What other hurdles have you got?”

I cocked my head, knowing that not only would she have all the answers, but I was destined to hear horsey puns for weeks.

She came around the counter and clutched my shoulders. “We are doing this. Take your phone, and if anything happens while you’re horsing around with Beer Boy, I’ll call you.”

I chewed on my bottom lip in response.

“Go on. Frankie’s ready to give Memphis a private tasting. And not just of his beer.” She flashed a cheeky smile.

I burst out laughing. “You’re crazy.”

“Ha, I’m crazy? Look at you, sister.”

I pulled a sad face.

“Oh, stop it. You love it.”

With her hands on my shoulders, I allowed her to direct me around the reception counter. “Go ride that stud.”

I rolled my eyes, and her giggles echoed about the lobby as I walked toward the elevator.

I pressed the button, and as I waited for the elevator, I turned to her. She stood behind the reception desk with a look on her face that portrayed pure professionalism. That woman had missed her calling; she should’ve been an actress.

The doors pinged open.

“Giddy-up,” Lolly yelled across to me.

Laughing, I stepped into the elevator.

The angel and devil in my brain gave me a hard time from the second I entered my room.

I shouldn’t have left reception.

But I only have eight more weeks on my challenge.

What if Lolly gets caught down there?

Frankie had my insides purring while he was fully dressed. Imagine him naked.

That last thought directed my focus to the man waiting for me. My disguise would need to be thorough tonight as I’d spent some time chatting with Frankie over the last two days. I decided on green contact lenses to match his gorgeous eyes, and my fiery red wig.

Happy with my makeup, I moved to my closet. My decision came quickly. I chose my Bohemian skirt that fell to the floor and matched it with my white linen top with the elastic neckline that I pulled down over my shoulders. The top required a strapless bra, but I hated those things, so I went without instead. To add to the Bohemian style, I draped chunky wooden beads around my neck and put on dangly orange earrings.

For my shoes, I chose my caramel-colored ankle boots. When I looked in the mirror, I decided my look was perfect for my down-to-earth beer boy.

I dabbed on a touch of pink lippy, grabbed my caramel tote, checked that I had my essentials, and headed out the door.

I wasn’t nervous. In fact, all the worry I’d experienced earlier had evaporated, and now I was keen for whatever my green-eyed hunk had to offer.

As I made my way up to the sixth floor, I tugged my sleeves lower down my arms, showing off more shoulder. It was weird knowing that Frankie was waiting for me. After his chat with Lolita, I just hoped he wasn’t disappointed in Memphis.

I knocked on his door, and after a couple of heartbeats, it was opened by my stunning beer brewer. In the space of thirty minutes since I’d seen him, he’d become a hell of a lot hotter. His beard was now neatly trimmed, showing off a squared-out chin, and his damp hair hung in a messy, wavy style that suited him perfectly.

“Hi, you must be Memphis. I’m Frankie.” He offered his hand, and from the second our fingers touched, I was grateful to Lolly for allowing this to happen.

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