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“Yes, Grams, I had a wonderful night. Very pleasurable.”
Having just taken a bite of eggs from my plate, I choke on them mid-swallow and almost fucking die.
Jesus Christ.
She’s truly my dream girl. In the fucking flesh, sitting right here in front of me.
Somehow, I dislodge the eggs from my throat and clear it before taking a swallow of the orange juice in front of me.
“You have a lovely inn, Margaret,” I tell her grandmother, putting on my most charming smile, determined to win her over as well.
Her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “Oh, you are just a doll. Thank you so much. Henry, my husband, and I have worked on this old place since we weren’t much older than Maddison. It was my mama and daddy’s place, and when they were ready to retire, they passed it on to Henry and me. Lots of love in these walls, that’s for sure. Now that Henry’s gone, it’s just me but still full of love. Even if everything does constantly keep breaking and costing me money.” She laughs quietly.
Maddison nods. “I love this place. I don’t get a chance often to leave school and come down, but when I do, I head straight here for a relaxing, stress-free weekend.”
Her grandmother pats her hand, smiling. “And we’re so proud of you, honey.”
“Thanks, Grams.”
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” her grandmother asks her.
I’m still shoveling food in my face like I haven’t eaten in a week, and suddenly, I’m fucking starving. I can’t tell you the last time I had a home-cooked meal that wasn’t made by my housekeeper who took pity on me. Dinner at my parents wasn’t a thing anymore, so it’s just been me and all of the takeout menus in my junk drawer.
“I have an idea, are the keys on the rack?”
Her grandmother nods. “Sure are. Just be careful, darling, there looks like there might be another storm rolling through this evening. Keep the radio on, and your eye on the weather.”
My interest is piqued, so I look at Maddison with my eyebrows raised in question. She just grins and plops another grape in her mouth. Who knew eating fruit could be sexy?
Somehow, she makes it erotic, and I stifle a groan. Even after my extra shower time, I’m still semi-hard for her. That says a lot, since her grandmother is sitting three feet from us.
I’m going to hell. Signed and sealed.
The rest of breakfast passes, torturously slow, and finally the guests start to disperse. Margaret begins to pick up the empty plates and trash, and I stand to help her.
“Oh no, honey, you’re a guest. Please, go enjoy the lake.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods, smiling warmly. “Of course I am. Go on, have a good day.” Walking toward the kitchen, she says over her shoulder, “You two stay out of trouble, you hear?”
Maddison appears back in the dining room, wearing a pair of short, cut-off shorts that are frayed around the legs, and a tank top with a bright bikini peeking out from under it and a mischievous grin on her glossy lips. She’s got a bright pink floppy hat on her head, with her blonde curls cascading down her back, and what looks like a beach bag stuffed to the brim on her shoulder.
“Going somewhere?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Trust me?”
Using my lines on me, I see.
“Yes. Am I insane to?” I grin.
“Go upstairs, grab some swim trunks and a toothbrush. Meet me on the dock in ten.”
Before I can even respond, she turns on her heel and leaves me standing in the dining room, wondering what she has planned.
I jog up the stairs, brush my teeth, change into a pair of swim trunks, then empty the duffle bag I brought and shove my toothbrush, a pair of clean underwear and a change of clothes inside then lock the door behind me.
When I get outside, Maddison is standing next to a boat with the name Lucille written on the side. It’s older, but obviously still in impeccable shape. The paint still gleams as the sunlight casts down on it.
