“Are you lost?” he asked.
Rather than trying to get it all out and having the explanation sound like some kind of alien language, I unlocked my phone and pulled up the email thread. I handed it over, shaking my hand impatiently when he didn’t take it right away.
He took a wide step back as his eyes scanned over the email thread.
“This is my address,” he stated as if I didn’t know that.
“Mmhm,” I managed to get out.
“But this isn’t my house,” he said as he flicked through the attached images.
I made some kind of noise that went along with my‘no shit’face.
His big, rough-looking hand came up, and he rubbed at his beard.
I shouldn’t be focused on the man’s hand. Not on how strong it looked or how there were a few small nicks here andthere, like he worked with his hands a lot. The cuticles were a mess, and the nails themselves were kept short. I bet this man had never had a manicure in his life.
A man like that, he only took care of his basic needs. Which meant he likely fucked hard and rough.
Oh my god! What is wrong with you?!I snapped at myself.
I did not need to think about the shirtless man and how he might fuck.
Damn my brain.
It had been too long since I’d actually been with someone. While I did collabs with other camboys, it was a rare occurrence. My last few had been with my boyfriend at the time, and by the end, our sex hadn’t been that great. I mostly did solo work and tried to make it more intimate. Not like I was a guy on the screen getting off and they could watch. More like… I was getting off for them.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he looked up from my phone. His focus wasn’t on me, but I was struck by the glimpse of his deep blue eyes. He handed it back over, still looking confused and clueless.
Our eyes connected, and something smoldering kept our gazes locked. The fire crackled in the background, but other than that, the world was silent.
Damn, this man was fine. My luck, he probably wasn’t into someone like me. Or if he was, it was clear he wasn’t looking for someone like me right now. This cabin and his demeanor screamed “I wanna be alone in the woods, by myself.” Yes, the redundancy was to make a point.
“Let me…” He looked around, his hand now scratching at his chest. I couldn’t stop my eyes from locking onto the movement. “Grab a shirt?” Though it should have been a statement, the inflection in his voice made it sound more like a question.
“You don’t have to,” I replied with a little flirtatious tone.
Just, you know, had to put it out there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Killjoy
“You don’t have to.”
I wouldn’t admit it, but the elf nearly made me blush with his statement. The little flirty twinkle in his eyes definitely made it hard for me to walk away.
Where the hell had this kid come from?
I shook my head, refusing to laugh as I made a break for the mudroom, which doubled as my laundry room. I yanked a gray thermal Henley shirt out of the dryer and pulled it on, cursing when my finger poked through a small hole on the sleeve and proceeded to make it bigger. Well, shit. Looked like I needed to order more shirts.
Which reminded me that the figure I’d seen walking away from my house hadn’t been a delivery person after all. By the looks of the shit on my porch, he’d lugged all his stuff up here in what had to have been multiple trips. So where was his car?
I sighed, feeling a little bad, though I didn’t have any knowledge of the situation. He must have been parked out by the mailbox, which was quite a hike away.
I stood there for a long moment, staring out the window overlooking my backyard. The white snow. The gray sky. The trees off in the distance. The view helped to calm me.
This certainly was a situation. I didn’t have the first clue what to do now. Should I offer him something to drink? Take his coat? What the hell did normal people do when they invited people into their homes?
