Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Non-date.”
“A non-date. See you later, then.” He headed toward the exit again.
“I look forward to it.”
“Same,” he tossed over his shoulder.
With a long sigh, she watched his broad shoulders and very fine ass walk out the door.
Once again, they were proving that opposites do attract. Because she was pretty sure that she and Cameron Cook had nothing in common.
Not a damn thing.
But, hey, there was nothing wrong with enjoying the fireworks while they lasted.
Chapter Four
Cam glanced around his cabin to make sure nothing was out of place. No dirty clothes scattered around, all his shoes out of sight, his kitchenette sparkling clean, his bed freshly made with clean sheets…
Instead of having sex in his cabin, maybe he should’ve booked one of the playrooms up in Heaven. Would she be into that?
It was probably for the best that they started out simple tonight to see if their sexual tastes gelled first.
He lifted his left arm and smelled his pit. Okay, he did remember to roll on deodorant after he showered. Good.
He had also trimmed his nose hairs, pubic hair, and beard for this…
Non-date.
This sexual encounter.
Hopefully it went well. If it didn’t, running into Hope around the resort might get a bit awkward.
While he had hoped his next encounter would be with a man since it had been far too long, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to spend some time with Hope. She seemed easy-going, smart, and had a sense of humor. Three traits he appreciated.
She was also beautiful and sexy as fuck.
His cock agreed.
He glanced at the time. 5:55.
For some unknown reason, his pulse began to race. Was he nervous? That wasn’t like him. Hope shouldn’t be any different from any other person he had been intimate with.
They were only getting together to have sex. He didn’t need to impress her with his sparkling personality, his witty charm, or the many accolades he received during his twenty-five year career.
The only thing that mattered tonight was how he performed in bed. Period.
Or wherever they decided to have sex.
He tipped up his face and sniffed the air. His one-bedroom cabin didn’t smell musty.
He glanced around one last time.
It was fine. Everything was fine. He was only being a dumbass.
If it didn’t work out, then it didn’t work out. She didn’t seem to be the type who’d hunt him down out of spite. She wasn’t some psycho. Her background check had been squeaky clean when he checked it prior to Dayne hiring her.
He glanced at the clock on the microwave again. 5:59.
To him, arriving on time meant you were late. His grandfather taught him at a young age that you always arrived early to make a good impression.
Maybe he should wait out front for her.
No. He was horny, not desperate.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard a light knocking on the door. Cam pulled in a deep breath and, a few strides later, opened it.
Holy shit. She looked downright edible.
This evening, she wore a white crop top that emphasized her breasts and showed off her firm midriff, as well as forest-green shorts that showcased her lean, tan legs. Her dark-maroon-painted toenails he noticed earlier during class were visible in the sandals she wore. Unlike this morning, her long, deep-red hair now fell loosely around her shoulders.
Apparently, the woman could wear anything, or even nothing at all, and still look great.
“Did you forget I was coming?”
He mentally shook himself. Jesus, dude, pick your scrambled brains off the floor and stop being an idiot.
He stepped back and swept his arm toward the cabin’s interior. “Sorry. No, I didn’t forget. I’ve actually been looking forward to this.”
A smile curled her lips. “Me, too.” She stepped over the threshold and glanced around. “This is cute.”
“It’s small, but I don’t have to pay for a mortgage or rent, or even utilities, so I can’t complain. And it’s only me.” Not that he needed to clarify that.
“I’ve never been inside one yet. As you know, Dylan offered me a cabin, but I didn’t need it at the time.”
“Do you need one now?” When she turned the cabin down, it was quickly snapped up by someone else. So if she was ready for one, she’d have to wait until one came available again.
“If I sold my home, or even rented it out, I’d have to rent a space to teach yoga.”
Right. Because the Lyonses wouldn’t let just anyone onto the property, so Hope couldn’t hold her regular classes on the resort’s grounds. “Couldn’t you do it at the community center or the library?”
“The Fisher Falls library branch is too small, but I’d have to see how much the community center would charge me, if they’re even open to letting me hold my classes there at all.”
He shut the door behind her and watched her wander around his small space, checking everything out. Including the framed pictures of his daughter Laurel at various ages. Those were his most important belongings. He kept them front and center.