“I sure will.”
We said our goodbyes, then I went upstairs to finish packing. I had to make two stops on my way there.
Later in the day, I arrived at the cabin. I parked, then grabbed my stuff from the trunk.
The living room light was on, but I figured the staff must have left it on since it was dark outside.
I used my phone to open the door and saw something black dart across the room.
“What the fuck was that?” I dropped my bags on the floor and looked around the room.
Suddenly, I heard the shower running and someone singing like a cat being strangled.
I walked to the back, then stood in front of the bathroom door, and I pulled my gun from behind my back. It wasn’t supposed to be anyone in this cabin but me.
The shower turned off, and a few seconds later, the door opened, and steam rushed out of the room.
I raised my gun at the person who stepped out of the bathroom. “Why the fuck are you in my cabin?”
A loud shriek filled the hallway, then she looked at me, then at my gun. “If you don’t get that fucking gun out of my face, I know something.” She had the nerve to push my hand down, step around me, then go into the bedroom. She smelled like cookies or some shit. Whatever it was, I wanted to eat her ass up.
I took in her frame as she walked to the closet with a big pink towel wrapped around her body. A few droplets of water rested on her shoulders. Black wavy hair was piled at the top of her. She didn’t know that her smart mouth and moving around like I didn’t just have a gun pointed at her face made my dick hard. I still needed to know why she was in my cabin.
My mouth said one thing,but my heart damn near fell out of my chest when I spotted a guy and his gun in my face when I came out of the bathroom.
There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here but Sparrow and me. That was the downside of having a cat as opposed to a dog. If I had a dog, he would have barked at the intruder or maybe bitten him. Instead, I had a cat who probably hid the minute the door opened.
I couldn’t address him in just a towel, so I quickly threw some clothes on in the closet.
When I came back out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Thankfully, he’d put his gun away but wore a mean ass scowl on his face.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing in my cabin?” He licked his full pink lips as he took in my body.
The silk pajama short set was the first thing I grabbed to put on. It had buttons on the front, and the top two were open. The shorts were very short, but none of my ass was out.
“For your information, sir, this is my cabin that I have booked for the weekend,” I told him with my hand on my hip.
“You got a smart-ass mouth, you know that?” My breath stalled in my throat when he stood up. He towered over me as a few of his locs fell forward. The black skull cap he wore kept them from moving too much.
Sultry, dark brown eyes looked down at me. “You act like you need to get fucked.”
I choked on the spit in my mouth. He got a kick out of it because he laughed and backed away.
“Well, that’s where you are wrong. I get fucked very well all of the time.” I lied through my damn teeth.
“Something tells me you are lying.” He tapped his chin with his index finger. “But you still ain’t answering why you are in my cabin.”
“I already told you.”
I wasn’t sure how he’d even gotten in, because I was certain I locked the door. I didn’t want to rush him to get out, because he did have a gun. Something in his eyes told me he wouldn’t use it on me, though. I probably was crazy for thinking that.
He stroked his beard as he stared at me. I shifted from right to left because he made me nervous.
“Clearly, there has been some type of misunderstanding. How about you put some clothes on, and we’ll go to the front desk to get this situated. Or you can leave that on. Either works for me.” He winked as he adjusted himself like I wasn’t standing there.
From the slight motion, I could tell he was working with something. A big dick didn’t mean anything, because Daniel had a nice size that he didn’t know how to use. Something about goldie locs made me think he could put it down. I didn’t know his name, and his locs were more of a light brown color than gold, but that was the first thing that popped into my head.
He cleared his throat. “What’s it going to be, sweetheart? It’s kind of cold out there for those little ass shorts.” His eyes zeroed in on my thighs, and he licked his lips again.
