“Okay. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
He shuts the door and there’s a wild part of me that wants to chase after him and beg him for a fuck. Because that’s what I need more than anything rightnow. A good, hard, no strings attached sexcapade to unload some of my stress.
But I don’t beg. And I’m not here to get laid.
It’s time to start living my life as the real Grace Finch.
I just have to find her first.
Chapter 3
Dean
By the time night falls, the temperature has plummeted and I’m starving. Ripping my fridge open, I glower at the few ingredients I have left. Damn, I need to go to the grocery store.
Today’s been a blur of responsibilities—chopping wood, making thirst traps that still need editing, giving Oscar another bath, unloading the newest delivery of tile to cabin 3 and laying most of the flooring out. Grout is on tomorrow’s to-do list, along with another tub install, more landscaping around the property entrance, plus I’ve got to make sure my snowmobile is ready for winter.
I desperately want to check on Grace and make sure she’s got everything she needs. But I already told her that my number was on the fridge and to reach out if she needs anything, so restating that would probably make me seem like a stalker.
I want to talk to her again.
Smell her.
Touch her.
Jesus Christ, you asshole, knock it off!
She’s a guest. Nothing more. I need to treat her like I do every other person who stays here.
Except I can’t get her out of my head. And I really want to know what that mud bath lie was allabout. Oscar wouldn’t have smeared mud all over her ass and back, so…
Man, I hope she didn’t fall and hurt herself.
The idea that she might have slipped and fallen makes me want to safety proof my entire property. And is it crazy that Grace looked dynamite in her pristine, fancy clothes and even better covered in dirt?
What else would she look good covered in?
Devious thoughts sprout in my head, and I imagine giving her a pretty pearl necklace with my cum. Ropes of it painting her tits, stomach, ass. Her face.
Whoa, Dean. Very unprofessional. Stop that.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her perky tits and hard nipples pushing against her thin tank top. The way she answered her door with her pants undone, slung low on her flared hips, just begging to be taken off. The red lace band of her panties showing me the way to heaven.
That woman is a temptation. God-tier level.
I’m so fucked.
From my kitchen window, I see her cabin lit up across the stream like a beacon calling to me.
“I’ve got to get out of here.”
Dread hits my bloodstream because Grace has rented the cabin for the last two weeks of the season and I’m not sure how I’ll survive it. The best I can do is keep my head down and thoughts to myself. Stay busy. I have plenty to do and little time to do it, so that shouldn’t be hard.
Except I’ve never felt this drawn to a woman before. It probably means I need to get out more. The only people I interact with are the ones who come here for vacation, and a few buddies in town who are busywith their own lives. I’m pretty secluded, and honestly, I prefer it that way. Living in my bubble on this mountain has been my saving grace for as long as I can remember.
But my dick’s taking over my thoughts lately and that’s not okay. He’s stupid.
