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Business to handle. We’re gone. Not sure how long. Most likely until tomorrow.
—Gage
I was thankful I wouldn’t have to look at Huck this morning or today. Simply because I was jealous. Admitting it didn’t help, but at least I was honest with myself. Gage had said Huck liked fat asses, but apparently, not my kind of fat ass. Mine had dimples, and it probably wouldn’t hurt if I did squats daily. Not that I was going to start that crap.
There was no reason to cook breakfast today, and I had no idea what I was going to do after I cleaned. There was probably more of a mess than usual after the party that had gone on so late last night. If I finished in time and had nothing to do, I could make use of the pool. There were five bikinis in that box that Gage had brought me. None fit me properly, but since I was here alone, I could wear one.
Deciding that was my plan, I did my morning routine upstairs, then headed downstairs to find a complete mess. Plates with half-eaten food, empty beer bottles, a broken glass, several used condoms, some dip smeared into the rug. I was only in the living room. If the other rooms down here were this bad, then I was going to be busy for hours. The pool might be an evening event.
Getting to work, I filled five big trash bags before I could even start anything else. Someone had thrown up in the bathroom beside the living room, and it was on the walls and floor. Three used condoms were on the bathroom floor, and I sincerely hoped those had been used before someone spewed vomit in here.
Seven hours and thirty-eight minutes later, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed. The house was back in order and smelled like the citrus cleaning solution I’d used, and even the rug cleaner I had found made the rug look new. I deserved pool time after that. Maybe even a cocktail.
After putting on a red bikini that went straight up my ass with no coverage at all, I went back down to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I took my time making avocado toast before taking it and a bottle of water outside. I’d make myself a cocktail later.
The late afternoon sun was bright, so I sat down in a lounge chair that had a table beside it with an umbrella for some shade. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d lain by a pool or gotten in a pool. The temperature had to be in the nineties. I couldn’t wait to sink into the pretty blue water. It was calling to me.
After finishing my meal, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun until I couldn’t take the heat any longer. I swam a few laps, then lay back out again, wishing I had a good book to read. Closing my eyes, I must have drifted to sleep because the next thing I heard was the slamming of a door.
I sat up, startled by the sound, and swung my gaze toward the house. Huck was stalking toward me. Although he had on sunglasses, I could tell by the set of his mouth and the veins in his neck that he was angry. Maybe I wasn’t allowed to relax or swim. Gage could have mentioned that in his note. Also that they COULD be home today. He’d made it sound like they wouldn’t be.
“Where the fuck is your towel?” he growled as he approached me.
“I don’t have one,” I replied. “Am I not supposed to be out here? It took most of the day to clean the house. You weren’t here, so I was just going to enjoy the sun a little after I finished cleaning.”
Huck inhaled sharply through his nose. “Do you at least have a cover-up? Clothes? Something other than the tiny pieces of fabric on your body?”
I shook my head. “I thought I’d be alone all day,” I said, getting angry.
“Fuck,” he said, reaching down to grab my arm and pulling me up.
I glared up at him. “Stop jerking me around by my arm! You’re going to pull it out of the socket with the way you manhandle me. Just ask me to get up, and I will.” I was almost shouting. That wasn’t my smartest move, but I was mad at him for more than just this.
Seeing him with his wide chest and thick, corded arms on display just made it worse. I hated that I was attracted to him. He was an asshole. Not to mention, I’d had to pick up more than two dozen used condoms and wonder how many had been his.
“Stop bitching,” he replied.
I shoved his chest, which did nothing. I might as well have shoved a brick wall. “Leave me alone. I’ll go get dressed and start cooking dinner. No need to act like an ass,” I told him.
He didn’t release my arm. Instead, he hauled me up against his body. The warmth radiating off him made every square inch of me feel as if it had been zapped by an electric current. My body was a traitor. I tried to pull away, and his other hand pressed against my back, keeping me against him.
“What are you doing?” I scowled, wishing he’d let me go.
He smelled too good. It was unfair.
“Blocking their view.” His reply was a deep rumble in his chest.
“Of what?” I asked, annoyed.
“You.”
“Why is that?”
His hand pressed me harder against him, and it was then that I felt his erection. My eyes widened in shock, and I tilted my head back to look at him.
Why was he hard? It couldn’t be because of me. We both knew I did nothing for him but piss him off.
“Because they’re men and you’re basically naked.”
