Page 7 of Sunshine for the Grumpy Grizzly

Whoa, settle down. Just think of her in the hot tub instead.

Alone.

Naked.

Soaping up those beautiful tits of hers. I wonder if her nipples are the same pale pink as her lips?—

Uh oh, and now she’s heading in my direction. And I’ve got a boner.

Don’t want her to catch me staring at her. Instead, I busy myself leafing through the ledger, pretending I’m reading all those blank pages.

“Uh, hi.”

I lift my head. And I quit breathing altogether.

Because those big blue eyes of hers are flaring with passion.

I watch transfixed as she lays her tiny hands on the desk. Her nails are painted bright pink, and some of them have little glittery things attached to them.

“Hi,” I grunt.

I want to tell her she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

That I want to spend the rest of my life caring for her and protecting her.

That I can’t wait to fill her belly with my young.

But that’s all I’ve got.

Her lower lip trembles.

Shit. What’s wrong? Is it me? Am I looking all scary? I try hard to tug the corners of my lips up.

Clay’s words float back to me:Dude, if you ever smiled, I think your face would crack.

Screw him. I’m gonna smile at this girl, even if I have to practice all damn day.

Her eyes get even bigger, and she clears her throat.

“S-some things are missing here.”

I frown. “Missing? I don’t think so.”

Her smooth forehead crumples. “Look.”

She takes out her phone. One of those modern devices with a big, bright screen. Her slender fingers glide across the glass so deftly. I imagine how they’ll feel wrapped around my cock.

She turns the phone around and lays it down on the desk. She’s acting all tough, but I don’t miss the tremor in her hand. Damn, it’s costing her a lot to be brave with a big ol’ beast like me. Well, I’m gonna show her she doesn’t need to be brave. I’ll take care of her every need.

“Here,” she says with a sigh.

I shake myself. Turns out I’ve been staring at her the whole time. I force my attention to move to the glowing blue screen. It’s full of photos of the lodge. I peer closer. Except, it looks a lot better than it does now. The sign isn’t half broken, for starters.

She taps a fingernail underneath the photos, to where it saysamenities.

“Spa services,” she reads out. “But I just went there and there’s a sign on the door saying out of order.”

“Yup. Can’t get anyone to come fix it this time of year,” I say.

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