Page 46 of Tempting Promises
She did and still does. I can see it in her eyes. She may notwantto want me, and heaven knows I don’t want her.
Not like that.
Not that this morning wasn’t fucking hot, because it was, but she’s...Charlotte.
“Whatever you tell yourself to feel better.”
She grunts and stands, hopping back to the other side of the room where our gear is. “I swear, it’s a wonder any woman can stand you for more than three minutes.”
“I last a lot longer than that.”
Charlotte makes a gagging noise. “Gross.”
I laugh because whatever she needs to tell herself is fine with me. She didn’t think I was gross when she was grinding on my cock. However, we’re stuck here, and I really don’t feel like arguing the entire time.
She pulls out her sleeping bag and then tosses it. “Oh my God!”
I look over and she scoots back. “What?”
“It’s got . . . bugs . . . in it.”
I walk over and find a bunch of ants. Great. “It’s going outside,” I tell her as I walk over. “The last thing we need are bugs in here.” I toss it out the door so it’s still under the awning but not in the house. They’ll die with the temp being this low.
“What the hell am I supposed to sleep in now?” Charlotte asks, looking longingly at the door.
“You’ll have to sleep close to the fire.”
She glares at me. “You’ll just let me freeze?”
“Better than letting myself freeze,” I say with a smirk. “But, no, you’re not going to freeze, Charlotte. We have my sleeping bag and we’re in a cabin the size of a tent with the fire going, it’s going to be roasting soon enough.”
Letting out a long breath through her nose, she grabs for the stick she used as a crutch and hobbles back to the fire that is now warming the small cabin. “Thank you for starting the fire.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to take a piss, I’ll be back. Don’t get into trouble.” I head out the back where there is an outhouse. It’s definitely not my idea of a good time, but we’re working with what we have. While walking, I look around for anything I may need to use. There’s a small shed over to the left, which I already know doesn’t have any firewood in it because I peeked into it earlier, but I plan to really go through it before going back to Charlotte.
I use the bathroom and walk over. The door sticks a bit, but a good tug knocks the ice off. Inside is like a shack of horrors. There’s blood on the ground, chains hanging from the ceiling, knives all over the place, and jars of all kinds of shit. Yeah, this is clearly where they skinned and cleaned their kill.
Not going to mention this to Charlotte.
Or maybe I should.
I head back inside and find her sitting on the cot with my sleeping bag wrapped around her.
“What the hell?”
“What?” she asks quickly.
“My sleeping bag.”
She shrugs. “I was cold.”
“I’m cold.”
She nudges her chin toward the fire. “Then warm up by the fire as you so sweetly suggested I should do.”
I smirk. Smart-ass mouth on her does something to me. “Or you can give me my sleeping bag,” I suggest.
Charlotte shifts, her lips quirking up into an adorable smile. No, not adorable. Nope. I refuse to think she’s adorable at all. “I could, but I’m cold and you should be a gentleman and offer it to me.”
