Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Maybe it’s because he stayed up most of the night when my scandal hit trying to fix it, and this is how I repay him.
Is this what it’s like to mature and grow a conscience? Can’t say I’m a fan.
“Everyone grab your own bags,” Thorne calls out. “We’re all on vacation which means none of your asses are celebrities here. We all pull our own weight.”
I take my bag out of the trunk and breathe in the mountain air, but Thorne is doing that disapproving stare again, so I hurry across the slick driveway and rush into the house.
Then I run into Andrew. Literally. He’s, like, glued to my side.
“Where’s our room?” He’s way too excited.
“Master’s off-limits to all of us,” Cash says. “But all the others are up for grabs.”
Andrew takes my hand. “Let’s go.”
I follow him and go up a set of stairs. He doesn’t give me a chance to admire the house. It’s all wooden paneling and glass windows, high ceilings with diagonal harsh angles, and it’s a complete architect’s dream.
He drags me down the hall to the last room on the left.
Floor to ceiling windows on two walls look out toward the mountain and into nature.
Warm colors, our own fireplace and private bathroom … it’s perfect.
I double check the closet to make sure this isn’t the master suite because it’s the most amazing room I’ve ever stepped foot in, and that’s saying something. We’ve stayed in the best hotels in the world. This shits all over that.
The room is empty of anything that could resemble personal belongings, and that’s good enough for me.
I dump my bag in the closet, and when I step back out, Andrew’s on the bed, his shoes off, his fur jacket open, and his hand reaching into his boy shorts. I swallow my tongue.
“Are you going to join me?” His sexy and raspy tone makes my cock stir, but if I get into bed with him, this will go the exact same way as all my other hookups.
“I … uh … I want to. But aren’t you tired? We basically pulled an all-nighter, and not the fun kind with party drugs that keep you up. Maybe we should nap first?”
He looks confused, and I can’t blame him.
I need to get out of here. “You rest up. I’m just going to go see if the other guys need any help and maybe check out the place.”
“Oh. Okay.”
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
I turn on my heel and go to leave when Andrew’s small voice stops me.
“Seb?”
I glance at him over my shoulder.
“Why am I here?”
I deflate. My head throbs, I’m tired, and I don’t want to face this right now, but I need to. I approach the bed and sit on the edge while Andrew sits up. He’s so pretty and young.
I’m an idiot. “I might have done something stupid.”
“Well, you haven’t done me, so that’s not true yet. According to your manager anyway.”
I wince. “You heard that?”
“It was a small room, and he was kinda yelling, so yeah.”
“He’s mad at me but not because of you. I’m sure you’ve seen the news getting around about me. The, uh, photo.”
“Why do you think I was so fast to agree to get on a plane with you?” Andrew smiles wickedly, but it falls when he sees this is more serious than that.
“A hookup took that photo without my consent. I didn’t even know he’d done it.”
“Really? I thought it was a PR stunt.”
“It wasn’t. And I’m feeling a little …” Lost.
“Violated?” He answers for me. That word works too.
“Thorne told me I need to stop with the cheap tricks and to basically grow up. I wanted to prove to him I could have a real relationship, which is why …”
Andrew shifts like he’s uncomfortable. “Which is why you asked a stripper to come on vacation with you?”
“Told you. Stupid. And now you’re here, guilt is eating at me, and it’s not right to use you to make a point to someone who’s pissed at me.”
He starts laughing. “Oh, honey. You know why that man is actually pissed, don’t you?”
“Yeah, because I’m making his job ten times harder than it needs to be. It never used to bother me. I mean, we pay him for a reason, but—”
“Oh, you sweet, naïve man. I knew the minute—no, the split second—he saw me on your arm, it was like he wanted to pee on you and mark his territory.”
“What do you mean?”
“That man is in love with you.”
I huff. “Wow, you could not be more wrong. Thorne is straight.”
Andrew blinks at me. “I call bullshit. Did you see his face when you were rubbing my legs in the car and to him it would’ve looked like you were jerking me off? I swear he was going to push me out of the car and into the snow.”