Only that girl is fiction, and I have to live in the reality. “You can’t honestly think that after everything, we should be staying together in your house.”
“Why? We’re both adults.”
I laugh once. “Yes, and professionals, but even I have a freaking limit. Plus, no, I can’t.”
He sighs heavily, and I can tell he’s frustrated. “You won’t even know I’m here.”
Yeah right. I’ve only been able to notice him. Think about him. Imagine his lips on mine or the way his cologne smells. Absolutely ridiculous and out of the question.
“I appreciate the offer…”
“You’d rather stay in that building that doesn’t have a working kitchen and God only knows what else. It should be condemned!”
Sure, it’s not a five-star resort, but I’m here for a week, two tops. I can suck it up. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
It’s bad enough all day I’ve smelled his cologne, watched his muscles beneath his shirt as he moves. I’ve seen his naked body in my mind more times than I care to admit. So, nope.
Not happening.
No. Freaking. Way.
“The bedroom is the first door on the right. I’ll bring some clean towels,” Killian says after bringing my bags upstairs.
I’m out of my damn mind for coming back here, but I was not staying in that room any longer.
After the second cockroach crawled onto my cup, I was done.
I would’ve slept in my car, but I didn’t think that was all that smart. So, I’m here.
Like a dumbass.
But I’m a smart dumbass.
I can do this. I’m professional. I know how to hold myself together because I’m going places in life. This is a hiccup in my plan to make this trip into my big break.
My job is literally to handle things.
So, I’ll handle it.
I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
“Thank you,” I say as he flips the light on.
Dear God, this is a guest room? It looks like a five-star hotel room. There is a large four-poster bed that faces huge windowsthat has the view of the back property. I walk over to look out and my breath catches.
It’s gorgeous. The outlines of the mountains are still visible as the sun is making its final descent, casting the sky in oranges and pinks. There’s a faint shimmer off the river that runs along the back of the property and a few horses are wandering in the open corral.
“This is really stunning,” I say softly.
“It is.”
I turn to find him right there, eyes locked on mine and the warmth of his body is so close. I remember how it felt to be in his arms and wish I could just lean in and feel it again.
But I can’t.
I need to stay right here.
He clears his throat and steps back. The loss of his warmth sends a cool shiver down my spine. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”
