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You make it be forever and that’s what I wanted to do.
I’m about to head over to the concierge desk when I stop in my tracks as my gaze lands on Bree Dawson standing across the foyer looking at me.
She’s all dressed up in a little black skater dress that shows off her golden legs. Her long velvet hair is pulled back in a ponytail accenting her high cheekbones and her red lips stretch into a smile that could make a man forget everything.
Everything except her.
As I look at her, there’s only one thing that enters my mind. Her served up to me on a platter with those Marylin Monroe curves and me taking my own sweet time taking that dress off her. I would take it off and taste every inch of her body until I knew every part of her by heart.
The thought hardens my cock and I have to force my mind out of the gutter and back to my good old friend, logic.
Logic that is asking me what Bree is doing in Vegas?
I walk up to her, stopping a few inches away and I look her up from head to toe loving the soft rose color stain on her cheeks against the shimmering makeup she’s wearing.
“Bree Dawson, did you fly across the country just to slap me again.” Dressed up like that, I just might let her.
“No, I did not.”
“What are you doing here?”
Please God tell me she’s here to see me and don’t screw me over with some craziness like she might be here to see Bryce.
“I’m here to see you detective.”
Thank you, God. This is going great so far.
“Me? How come, you flew across the country to see me at a bachelor weekend in Vegas.”
“You have something I want, and you owe me big time.”
I tilt my head to the side studying her. This is the part of her personality I like. It’s an extension of the firecracker.
“Now what could I have that you want so bad darlin?”
“A house.”
Chapter13
Bree
I’m trying to shove aside how enraged I still am with him to focus on the task at hand. The mission.
It would be so much easier if he wasn’t so ridiculously gorgeous. Surely it must be sinful to look that good right?
Dressed in full black with a leather jacket, he’s definitely ready to seize the title of world’s sexiest man.
And now he’s smiling at me like my answer wasn’t serious enough for him.
“Come again Bree?”
“A house. That’s why I’m here. Your supposed to close a deal on Pine Valley Lodge tomorrow but I want it.”
I’m doing all the things Shelby told me. Sound positive, be confident, talk like you deserve to own the property, but now that I’ve started talking, I realize I’m here on a whim hoping to rely on what? Our non-existent friendship.
I told him he owes me, and he does. But just because I think he owes me doesn’t mean he thinks he does.
Whatever the logical reasoning, I wanted my dream badly enough to pay a crazy amount for my flight to get me here and I’m here. I can’t back out now. Or give up.
