Page 4 of My Summer Fling

“You will never, ever get in my pants again.” Her finger pokes into my chest with surprising force. “Capisce?”

I look down into those red-rimmed eyes and give her my best smirk before leaning into her. I don’t miss the way her body moves just slightly toward me or how she breathes me in.

If I was less of a man, I would insist I take her back to her hotel. I don’t think she would take much convincing right now. But that’s the alcohol talking. And if I’m going to take Millie to bed—again—it’s not going to be while she’s drunk. I don’t want her to wake up and regret it.

Because I know I wouldn’t.

“Who said I want in them anyway, Millie-Moo?”

I’m not even sure why I said that. I want to kick myself in the balls for that one. Word vomit. Fucking word vomit.

When I pull back, her guard is higher than before, and all the humor has left her eyes. I’ve ruined her night. With one stupid sentence, the joy I saw all night is gone.

Light switch, flipped.

“Goodnight, Noah.” She rolls her eyes and climbs into the car with Annie.

“Night,” I say before closing her door and watching the car drive down the road.

So much to regret when it comes to her.

But next summer could change all of that. Three whole months of uninterrupted Millie time sounds exactly like what the doctor ordered. I smile to myself at the thought of how she’ll react when I show up in her hometown.

Shit is going to be priceless.

I laugh out loud as my own Uber pulls up. Climbing in, I daydream the whole way home about all the antics I can get up to next summer.

“Doyou know how many people will be in attendance?” I look up at the baker and try to quickly swallow the bite of red velvet cake in my mouth.

“Last head count was 113. Right, Mills?”

I swear to god I almost spit the piece of cake out of my mouth.

Noah walks around and plops right the fuck down in the chair beside me. I swallow and just stare at him as he throws his arm around the back of my chair, and his fingers squeeze the side of my arm.

“A three-tier wedding cake would be perfect then!” the baker exclaims, smiling when Noah winks at her.

I can barely contain my gag reflex.

He leans forward and takes a bite of the yellow cake and moans. The baker’s poor face turns bright red when he wipes the icing off his bottom lip with his thumb. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m about toreallylose my cool.

“Noah,” I say, almost growling, my voice as low as I can manage. “What are you doing here?”

“Let me go type up some estimates …” the baker murmurs, clearly sensing the tension and wanting to bolt in the opposite direction. I don’t blame her. Because if looks could kill, Noah would be lying dead on the floor.

“I told you I was going to come help you this summer, didn’t I?” he asks me, turning that thousand-watt smile in my direction. He leans back in his chair and man spreads those very … thick … thighs …

“My eyes are up here, Spitfire,” he teases, tipping my head up with his finger.

I slap it away.

“Noah, I told you I would call you if I needed you. Have I called you?”

“You have not,” he admits. “But, I figured you probably wouldn’t call even if you did need me. You’re kind of an overachiever, babe.” He winks. “Anyway, I went ahead and got some business in the area. I’ll have to travel around a little; I’ll be going up to Myrtle Beach for a few other weddings. But other than that, I’m all yours!”

“And where are you staying?” I ask him as I scoot my chair away. His scent is overpowering, and the heat from his body is making my mind go all gooey. I hate how my body responds to his so easily. “There’s only one hotel on the island itself, and they’re usually booked.”

“They were. You were right when you said to get a head start booking sleeping arrangements in the area for the wedding. But I searched high and low and wound up finding a room on the southern end of the island. I’ve booked it out for the entire summer.”

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