Page 35 of Tempting Promises
The three of us hop out. “Lights are on, which means the girls are here,” Joey notes.
“Great, grab your shit out of the truck,” I say as I’m reaching into the bed to get mine.
The front door flies open and Faye is there. “Hello, boys! Ready to get drunk?” I laugh, and she steps aside. “You’re in the last bedroom on the left.”
“Thanks.”
“Put your gear in the garage!” Faye calls out, but I’m already headed that way.
I arrange my things so tomorrow I can easily hit the trails. There’s a trail out on the back ridge I’ve always wanted to explore. I think that’ll be my route. After I’m content with my gear, I grab my bag and head to the bedroom.
When I open the door to my room, I find someone already in it. First, I see a back—a naked back—then I see her ass. Long brown hair touches the middle of her back and I grin, waiting to see if the brunette Goldilocks is going to be just right.
She turns, screams, and I realize this woman is much too cold, and definitely not who I want in my bed.
Charlotte.
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CHARLOTTE
“Get out!” I scream, pulling the towel that I tossed on the bed around me.
“You get out. This is my room,” Rowan says as he enters, kicking the door closed with his foot and tossing his bag down.
Seriously, I get dragged out here with promises of a weekend of no stress and fun. I haven’t gone up to the mountain in freaking years, and now, I have to put up with this asshole?
No.
No way.
“What the hell do you mean this is your room? No it’s not. Faye put me in here.”
“Well, it’s a three bedroom, so I guess that means we’re stuck in here together.”
My jaw opens, closes, and then I huff. “We’re not sharing a room.”
“Are you going to sleep between Joey and Faye or maybe Sawyer and Meagan? I’m sure they’ll love that. Although,” Rowan pauses, “I think Sawyer might really like that.”
I scoff. “You’re so gross.”
“You can sleep on the couch.”
Yeah, like that’s going to happen. “The hell I will.”
Rowan walks over to the bed and flops down, his hands behind his head. “Suit yourself.”
I hate this man. To think I defended him and was trying to be nice. No more. I need to drive him out of this room and out of my damn life.
“You’re not sleeping in here with me.”
“Well, the last time we were together, I slept on the couch because I was being considerate. However, I’m turning over a new leaf and have decided that was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I ask, wanting to throw something at him.
He nods. “Yeah, you don’t deserve my niceness. You’re trying to steal my contract.”
His contract? God, he’s delusional. Kimberly was very clear that it is no one’s contract yet. We still have to meet with her brother and go over business plans and finalize our bid prices for them to review. Only after that will it be someone’s contract.
