Page 131 of Opposites (Never) Attract
The rest of us headed for the trucks and I wasn’t quick enough. Ethan took my seat in Harmony’s truck and I was left to ride with Tag. We stood side by side, watching everyone drive off.
“Come on, Sunshine,” he said. “Like I said, I’m not poison.”
“Not exactly lemonade, either,” I muttered, under my breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” I said.
The truck ride was silent and infinitely worse than sitting next to him in the arena because the whole truck smelled like him. His soap. His skin. His sweat.
My eyes were drawn to his hands on the steering wheel. The veins in his wrists. The confidence with which he did everything.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to think you want to play, darlin.”
My body flooded with heat. Desire. I was immediately wet between my legs. My nipples hard, and I knew he knew it.
I stiffened and looked away, dying a little of shame and heartbreak. “No, thank you.”
“That’s better for both of us.”
In a thick, painful silence we made our way home. When he pulled off the highway onto the long driveway to the lodge, he slowed down.
“Come home with me,” he said, in a rush. “It’s our last night. Come home and let’s say goodbye the right way.”
His eyes were liquid in the moonlight. Serious. My body responded in a rush. Of course, I wanted that. In that moment, I knew I would always want Tag.
And what, I wondered, could be the damage of one more time? I was already shattered, couldn’t I let him make it up to me with the best sex I would probably ever have in my life?
I opened my mouth to say yes as we crested the last hill into the Swinging D valley.
“What the hell?” Tag said.
I saw what he saw, two large, black tinted windowed, luxury SUVs parked out in front of the Lodge.
The second I saw that there were two cars, I could feel my stomach drop.
Jared didn’t warrant two SUVs. Only one person in my organization did.
“It’s him,” I muttered.
My time here had officially run out.
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SUNSHINE
“Who, him?”Tag asked, his eyes piercing.
“Just pull up and let me out. I’ll deal with this.”
Tag growled something under his breath, but he did pull his truck into the area in front of the Lodge.
The second I stepped out of the truck, the back doors of the first SUV opened and two large men wearing fitted suits, tight buzz cuts and aviators, stepped onto the gravel area. Once they were standing in front of me, the back passenger door to the second SUV opened and out stepped a distinguished man of underdetermined years.
His custom fit suit was gray, Armani, because that’s all he wore, and his silver hair was slicked back over his forehead with a high performing gel. His face was utterly without wrinkles and his eyelids were a little weird due to the amount of work he’d had done.
“Kaitlyn,” he said gently, his arms open as if to embrace me, but everyone in the company knew to stay at least three steps away.
