Page 25 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“What is it with people like you?”

Her eyes go wide, and I can tell I hit a nerve.

“What the hell are you even doing up here in the mountains?” I ask.

“That’s none of your business.”

Sienna takes the towel from the floor and tosses it over her shoulder, heading straight for the door.

“It’s blowing hard out there.”

“Whatever,” she mutters.

The wind screams as soon as the door opens, and she slams it behind her. I watch her walk toward the back cabin wearing nothing but tights, a sports bra and a towel that won’t stay fastened around her for long.

I study her through the window as she disappears, watching her brown hair ripple in the wind. The snow is everywhere, falling from every angle.

I narrow my eyes, wondering again why she drove up here. Princess Sienna wouldn’t drive into a snowstorm and miss her Pilates classes unless there was a really good reason.

I step out onto the porch, wind screeching in my ears, and make sure she reaches her cabin okay. I got what I came for—fresh morning air, but it’s not helping matters. My eyes are still fixated on that cabin even though she’s safely back inside.

Since when did I care about the safety of a Hollywood star?

I stare at the cabin for another moment until snow slaps me in the face and wakes me from my trance.

I curl my hands into fists and return to my bedroom, my mind whirling with thoughts that I desperately need to silence. Sienna Lane is not only dangerously attractive, but different from the rest of her species. I still can’t figure out what game she’s playing.

I head back to my room with yet another “situation” to take care of.

When the hell is this woman going to leave?

Chapter 9

Sienna

Iwas counting on the snow being gone this morning, but it’s coming down even harder than it was yesterday.

Pilates was a complete waste of my time, although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by Cash.

He’s certainly wound tight. When I told Eli about my dietary requirements last night, Cash stormed out. Talk about childish behavior. He was clearly finding it hard to even be in the same room with me.

I’m sure he was finding it extra hard this morning when he walked in on me doing Pilates…

I enjoyed having him there, staring at my ass. I was kind of wondering if he’d come over and give it a spank.

What is going on with me? I’ve never even thought about a man spanking my ass before…

After staring out the window for a long time trying to decipher who’s awake at the main cabin, I decide I need to do something more productive, like making coffee. Of course, it’s not a simple case of plugging in an appliance and pressing a button.

I grab the kettle, fill it with tap water that better be as pure as Eli claims it is, and turn on the stove…

Except the damn thing won’t start. I press the dial in, waiting for the flame to appear. Nothing. Pushing on it harder doesn’t work either.

I rummage through the worn wooden drawers until I find a box of matches. I wouldn't know how to do this manually if it wasn’t for all the times the power went out on Grammy and me back in Michigan.

I strike the match and hover it over the stove, watching the blue ring appear.

I’m still thinking about Cash’s bad attitude. He clearly doesn't know the first thing about fame. If he did, he’d know why celebrities have to protect themselves from people like him who have nothing nice to say.