Page 4 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

Maybe you’re halfway in love with your sweet little realtor.

I swallow thickly, the thought ricocheting around my brain like a stray bullet.

Our eyes meet for a moment, and then she inhales a shaky breath before turning. “And the kitchen is just through here,” she says, turning and walking through the archway. I follow, myeyes glued to the feminine sway of her hips, the way her tight skirt frames her cute little ass.

In the kitchen she spreads her arms out. “It’s got all new appliances, and the counter tops are quartz. Really durable, as I’m sure you know.” She looks at me, hope shining in her gorgeous blue eyes. “What do you think so far?”

I lean against the counter, taking in the kitchen. It would be more than sufficient for what Hailey needs. “It’s nice,” I say evenly as I cross my arms over my chest. Her face falls slightly, and I feel a pang of guilt, like a knife sliding right between my ribs.

She nods quickly, twirling a lock of silky brown hair around her finger. “Well, let me show you the upstairs. The primary bedroom has a fantastic view of the mountains.”

As she brushes past me, I catch a whiff of her vanilla scent. She smells like a goddamn sugar cookie, and it makes me wonder if she tastes as sweet as she smells.

That’s it. It’s official. I’m a dirty old man. I’m perving my brains out over a woman who is…

“Kaylee, how old are you?” I blurt out as I follow her up the stairs, trying not to stare at her ass and failing miserably.

Her steps falter and she glances back at me over her shoulder. “Oh, um. I just turned twenty-one. Why?”

Twenty. Fucking. One. She’s twenty-five years younger than me.

I shake my head, words failing me momentarily. “Just curious. I figured you were about Hailey’s age,” I say, mostly as a reminder to myself. She’s actually a year younger than my daughter.

I’m old enough to be her father.

She stops on the stairs and turns to face me. She’s two steps above me, bringing us almost to eye level. “Listen, I know I’m young and not the most experienced real estate agent. I mean,technically I’m still an assistant and I’m studying to get my license, but I’m going to take the test soon and I think I’ll pass and…” She blows out a breath and shakes her head. “I’m sorry that I haven’t found the right place for you yet. I promise that I’m working really hard and trying my best.” She tries valiantly to hide it, but I don’t miss the way her chin wobbles slightly.

Oh, god. I’m an asshole.

“No, no, Kaylee.” I want to pull her into my arms so badly it hurts to leave them at my sides. “You’re doing a great job. Really. I know we’ll find a place for Hailey. I didn’t ask how old you are because I’m worried about your age.” A half-truth. “It was an innocent question with nothing else behind it.” A flat out lie.

She twists her fingers together and nods. “Okay. Good to know. And I swear, you’re my number one client and Iwillfind you the perfect place.”

“I have no doubt,” I say, and she smiles, her cheeks going a little pink. Then she turns and I follow her up the remaining steps to the upper level.

“There are three bedrooms up here, and while the third is on the smaller side, it would make a perfect office or craft room.” I find myself moving closer to Kaylee, as though my body’s magnetized to hers. She says something else about the house, but I don’t quite catch it. I’m too caught up watching her. Taking in every tiny detail.

“And over here we have the primary bedroom,” she says, glancing at me over her shoulder. Her blue eyes are shining with excitement, and I have the sudden vision of Kaylee smiling at me just like that as she leads me intoherbedroom. God, just the idea has blood flowing to my cock.

I’d tumble her down to the bed and spend hours kissing her, tasting her, fucking her, finding out exactly what makes her moan, what makes her shake, what makes her come. And then I’d hold her all night while finding out everything about her.Because while I don’t know much about her, every single tidbit makes me want to know more.

“Isn’t this view amazing?” she asks, moving towards the floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall, which showcase a breathtaking view of the mountains.

But all I can see is her. Her tiny frame silhouetted in front of the glass, hair like silk falling over her shoulder. She looks like a goddamn angel. Like something so beautiful it can’t possibly be real.

But she is.

And she’s not for me.

I pull in a shuddery breath and force myself to look at the room. It’s nice, with lots of natural light and wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling.

“What do you think?” she asks, grinning at me. I swallow as she drags her fingers over the duvet.

“I need you to show me more houses,” I say, my voice coming out gruffer than I’d intended.

“Oh. Um. Of course. Can I ask what’s lacking in this one? Just so I can…refine my search?”

I clear my throat. “It’s just not quite what I’m looking for,” I say slowly. Holy shit, I’m an asshole. Kaylee nods and smiles, but it falters, and I feel it like a kick in the shin.

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