Epilogue 1
Jameson
One week later.
I stretched out on Leah’s bed at her cabin rental, completely naked and not giving a damn about it.
The sheets beneath me were soft and expensive, nothing like the rough wool blankets we’d shared that first night, but I’d gotten used to the luxury over the past week.
Her rental unit had a soaker tub big enough for two, a hot tub out back with a view of the mountains, and a bed that we’d tested thoroughly without managing to break it.Yet.
My cock stood at full attention. It had been that way for the better part of an hour while Leah paced around the room.
She was completely naked too, her soft curves on full display every time she turned, and she kept catching me staring.
Wild red spirals framed her face and bounced when she moved, nothing like the sleek professional bob she’d been wearing when I first saw her on that trail. No makeup either. Just freckles and flushed cheeks and those expressive eyes that I’d grown to love.
Somehow, in the span of seven days, I’d managed to turn her into an uncivilized Red Oak Mountain barbarian just like me.
I was unreasonably proud of that fact.
She caught me staring again, but the smile tugging at her lips told me she didn’t mind.
I grinned back and wrapped my hand around my shaft, giving it a lazy stroke just to watch her blush deepen.
“Stop that,” she mouthed at me.
I shook my head and kept stroking, slow and deliberate.
Then HR must have taken her off hold because she put on her professional voice and said, “I understand this is sudden. But my decision is final.”
A pause.
Her face shifted as the person on the other end of the line said something.
“A raise?” Leah stopped pacing at the same moment I stopped breathing.
This wasexactlywhat I’d been afraid of. Leah had spent years building a career at this company, climbing the ladder, proving herself. She was good at her job, even though she hated it.
I watched her face, searching for any sign of what she was thinking, but her expression was unreadable.
The silence stretched out, then she looked at me, and her expression softened.
“I appreciate the offer,” she said calmly. “But I’m not looking for a change of scenery. I’m looking for a change of life.”
The knot in my gut finally loosened. She’d chosenme.
Another pause.
“I’ll help with the transition documentation. But I won’t be staying.”
There was a clipped response from the other end.
Leah didn’t flinch.
“I understand. Thank you.”
And then she hung up and turned to me, a whirl of emotions in her eyes, freedom vibrating off her body.
