Page 36 of Tempting Promises
Which I need. Not want. Need.
“The only thing I’m stealing is my bed back. So, please leave.”
Rowan shakes his head. “No thanks. You can go, though.”
I grit my teeth and groan. “You’re so annoying.”
“I’m so not caring.”
There’s a knock on the door and I’m sure it’s Faye. I step over, towel now wrapped completely around me, and throw it open.
My best friend stands there, a smile on her lips. “Hey there.”
“You’re dead to me,” I say without even a moment of hesitation.
“Yes, well, I told you that you were going to be rooming with someone.”
“Someoneis not Rowan Whitlock.”
Faye peeks around me, seeing him lying on the bed like an emperor waiting to be fed grapes. Such a freaking asshole. “Hey, Row.”
“Sweet room, Faye. Thanks for putting me here,” he says back to her. “I love this room so much. Bed is super comfortable. I can’t wait to get some sleep.”
I turn, glaring at him, hoping that maybe I’ll discover I havesome kind of superpower that causes lasers to shoot out of my eyes. That would be a nice gift from the gods.
However, nothing happens other than a lazy smile forming on his kissable lips.
Wait, kissable? Umm, no. I don’t mean that. I mean slapable face.
Faye tries to cover up a laugh. “You’re welcome . . . I think.”
“I’m sleeping in your room. Joey can sleep in here with Rowan.”
She pulls her lips between her teeth, and her brows shoot up. “About that . . . not going to happen. Joey is . . . uhhh . . . already . . . uhhh . . . yeah. We’re totally going to spend a few days fucking all over that room.”
I really want to gag at the images that creates.
Rowan claps though. “That’s it, Faye. Have a good time, unlike some people we know who can’t seem to do that.”
I ignore that one because I know it’s meant to piss me off. “Then move Rowan to the garage.”
“You go to the garage if you want a room change,” he unhelpfully says.
I look at him. “I didn’t ask you. It’s Faye’s house.”
She sighs heavily, bringing our attention to her. “Listen, you two are grown-ups. I figured that, after the other night, there was some kind of truce and understanding. Clearly, I was wrong thinking you’d be able to be mature about it. If you want to sleep on the couch or in the garage or in a vehicle, I don’t care, but this trip is meant to befun, damn it, so figure it out and please keep the bickering to a minimum.”
There wouldn’t be any bickering if she didn’t invite him or basically force me to be here. I had to beg one of Rowan’s ranch hands to take care of my farm for a few days, not tell Rowan, and lie to anyone who asked where I was. I couldn’t pay him, but I promised him I’d make it up to him by introducing him to a friend he’s had a crush on.
Before I can say anything back, Faye turns and walks down thehall, back to where I’m sure Joey is waiting for her so they can start their sexfest.
However, there will be no sexfest in this room. What there will be is rules.
I let out a heavy breath, pull my towel tighter again, and glare at him.
“I’m going to get dressed and then we’re going to lay some ground rules,” I inform him and head into the bathroom.
Once the door is locked behind me, I throw on my incredibly short shorts and crop tank with its built-in bra. At least I packed that. I run a brush through my hair and head out.
