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“Well, you tell some of those Camp Wanahawee people to vacate so that I can get a cabin!” By now, my voice is growing loud in volume, and the walls are beginning to shake in the small front office, even if said walls appear to be made of logs. But then, Piper puts a hand on my arm soothingly.
“No, it’s fine,” she says in a quiet voice. “We can make this work, Daddy. It’s just a snafu, and I’m sure after a night or two of doubling up, something will open up. It’s only temporary,” she soothes.
“Oh of course!” Nancy from the front desk jumps in. “As soon as anything opens up, you’ll be the first on our list, Mr. Conway. I’ll even get a porter to help you with your bags now.”
I snort because that’s no consolation. But I shake my head again, defeated by this situation. After all, it’s too much. I’m forty-five fucking years old, and I’m chaperoning a cheerleading camp for crying out loud! There will be twenty teen girls doing high kicks in tiny little spandex outfits while shouting “rah rah rah!” Not only that, but my gorgeous ward is here, and I’ve been feeling like a dirty old man around Piper lately.
It's not totally my fault because my ward is delightfully innocent yet sinfully beautiful. When Piper first moved in with me, she resembled a beanstalk with frizzy brown hair, knobby knees, and sharp elbows. But in the last four years, she’s changed. Piper’s morphed into a woman, and goddamn but it’s killing me.
After all, the teen girl is the voluptuous type. She’s got huge tits that tremble and shake under her tiny t-shirts, and thick thighs that make my mouth water underneath those short skirts. Not only that, but I suspect that Piper doesn’t wear panties very often. I swear, beneath the dining room table, I’ve seen a few flashes of juicy, delectable pink, which always gets me as hard as fuck. It’s sheer torture, and I had to choke down the rest of my meal those few times before rushing off so that she wouldn’t notice my erection.
But now, the worst has happened. I’ll literally be sharing a cabin with the gorgeous woman. I’ll be sleeping in the same room as Piper, and I’ll see those lush curves in those tiny sleep sets she likes to wear to bed. Fuck! I might even see her coming out of the shower, and the image gets me hard even as I stand in the reception area. I’m so fucked, and it isn’t going to be comfortable.
Still, I barrel on.
“So what are the sleeping arrangements exactly then? Are there bunks in each room?”
Nancy shakes her head again, her wrinkled face creasing apologetically.
“No, no bunk beds,” she says. “Our cabins were designed for two people each. They’re small, but the beds are big enough such that they can each fit two people. So it’ll be two per mattress,” she says with a bright smile, like this isn’t a problem.
I stare at her.
“Am I supposed to share a mattress with George Richards? Or with Piper here? Or with George’s daughter? Fuck me!” I’m bellowing now, and my voice is loud enough to shatter a rock face.
But Piper grabs my elbow quickly.
“It’s fine!” she apologizes to Nancy before dragging me out. “What was the cabin number again?”
“Cabin 8,” Nancy calls as my ward pulls me down the steps and back over to my truck. “Have a nice stay and thank you for your consideration, Mr. Conway. Please, let me know if you need anything.”
Finally, Piper manages to get me out in front of my vehicle.
“They must be shitting me,” I growl. “This is totally unacceptable. I’m paying for this shit! What, are they still going to charge me?”
“We’ll get it figured out,” my pretty ward soothes, stroking my forearm. “It’s only temporary, remember? Things might change as soon as tonight, and then we’ll be in separate cabins.”
I look down at Piper’s small, pale hand on my big, bronzed forearm and goddamn if the sight doesn’t turn me on. This woman is my kryptonite and now it’s even worse because she’s going to be sleeping in the same room. Shit. How am I going to get any rest? Knowing that her sweet form is slumbering nearby is going to keep me awake nights, and yet I have to act normal, for her sake as well as mine.
With another harrumph, I get into the truck as Piper clambers into the passenger seat.
“It’s going to be fine, Stan,” she soothes with a pretty smile. “Come on, Cabin 8 is just down this path.”
The truck bumps along the dirt road for a mile or so, and finally, a log structure appears. It’s not big, that’s for sure. Nancy definitely wasn’t kidding when she said these cabins were built for two and after parking in front of the structure, I grab my bag as well as Piper’s, slinging them each over a shoulder.
“Come on, honey,” I say in a gruff tone. “It looks like George and Romy are already here, seeing that their Acura’s parked under that tree. Let’s go say hello and make the best of this situation.”
The curvy girl smiles and gets on her tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to my cheek.
“Be nice, now,” she coos. “You know that this isn’t their fault.”
I merely grunt again as we walk up the short path to the cabin. I open the log door, and sure enough, the cabin is small. The entire thing isn’t more than one room with two beds pressed up against opposite walls. There’s an attached bathroom in the back, and most things seem to be made of wood, including the floor, walls, and doors. Spartan lighting fixtures dangle from the ceiling, and there’s a closet in back, but there isn’t much else. Clearly, we’re not staying in the lap of luxury, but what has me confused is the placement of the luggage.
“Hey buddy,” George booms before striding over to give me a clap on the shoulder. “So you heard about the housing fuck-up, huh?”
George Richards is a good-looking motherfucker with black hair and brilliant blue eyes. He owns the local Acura dealership and has done well for himself, especially seeing how his wife, Camilla, ran off on him a couple years back. But my man kept his head above water and I daresay, has come out of that situation just fine. I don’t know where he is with the divorce exactly, but at least he doesn’t talk about Camilla anymore.
Meanwhile, his stepdaughter Romy skips over to give Piper a hug. Romy is a gorgeous girl who’s always been a bit too sassy for my taste. She’s got long blonde hair and pale creamy skin, but she flirts with every guy, and I meaneveryguy within a fifty-mile radius, including the postman, random guys at the gym, and even her high school teachers. I just hope she’s not too much of a bad influence on Piper, although at this point, I wouldn’t really know. The girls don’t tell me their secrets, and as new adults, I’m respectful of their privacy.
