I stood there blinking at him for a long moment, wondering if it was just best to forget the little rant he’d had.
Finally, my mouth opened.
“I could get you a room for a couple—”
He cut me off with a glare so sharp it could have sliced right through me.
So where the fuck did that leave us?
“Maybe I could get my money back. Can you just give me a minute? I need to…” He paced, phone in hand. His attention wasn’t even on me, so I let my eyes take him in as I tracked his movements.
He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at his phone screen. I could only guess that he was looking at the emails, trying to figure out if there was anything he could do.
“I can’t believe I got fucking scammed,” he muttered before dropping his arms at his sides and looking up at the ceiling. “I’m never going to see that money again.”
“Um,” I said, and then cleared my throat. His tired eyes met mine. I didn’t like to see him so broken. “I have a friend who might be able to help, if you like.”
Why the hell was I offering this? Well, I didn’t really have a fuckin’ answer for that. Maybe if I were able to get him his money back, then he’d be able to find his vacation somewhere else. His holiday wouldn’t be completely ruined.
But then I had to wonder if he’d planned on being here alone. Did he have anyone to spend it with? Did I need to be prepared for more unexpected people to show up at my doorstep?
My mood soured at the thought.
“How?” he asked, shooting me an incredulous look. He quickly fixed his face. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I just…”
With a scowl, I held my hand out. “Let me see your phone.”
The moment it was in my hand, his stomach grumbled loudly. His cheeks went pink, and he shrugged one shoulder.
“I’ve been living off of chips and energy drinks for the last few hundred miles.”
Yeah, I was hungry myself. The can of soup I’d heated up in the garage for lunch hadn’t stuck with me long. The sun was going down, and it was definitely time for some dinner.
“Let’s eat, then I’ll take care of this,” I said. Then added through gritted teeth, “You can stay here while we figure this out.”
He let out a soft, little laugh. I scowled at him.
“Thanks,” he muttered before collapsing on the couch with a long sigh. He jumped up so fast it gave me whiplash. “Oh shit! My stuff!”
“You mean your dicks?” I said with a raised brow.
“Look, I was planning on having a nice, long two weeks alone. I won’t feel ashamed of or apologize for tending to my needs.”
Hmm. Yeah, I didn’t miss the alone part of that statement, but tried to ignore how it made me feel.
The rest of it, well, that I couldn’t ignore.
My lips twitched.
There was something about the bold little elf that got to me.
And I had no damn clue what to do with it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Danny
Mr. Sexy Chest insisted on getting my stuff for me after he tossed some chicken and potatoes in the oven. I shamelessly watched from the window as he picked up every single dildo, vibrator, plug, and massager, giving each one a little inspection before he roughly shoved it back into the ruined bag. I was trying so hard not to laugh that I would have sworn I strained something.
