Filthy Scrooge

I waggled my eyebrows. “I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“Damn right, you will.”

16

Scrooge

She twirled through the room, her blond hair floating around her before jetting up the stairs. I’d follow her in a few minutes, but first I had to get my shit under control.

Each time I got inside her I lost a little more of the anger I’d used to fuel my days for so long. The only problem—how the fuck was I supposed to get over her in two days like I was supposed to?

That was the deal.

One that I’d made.

I was still trying to figure out when the hell I’d started wanting more. And the even more important question was, could I handle more?

Already, I was wary. I’d been with Sheridan for two years and didn’t feel half as crazed as I did around this woman.

I used the poker to disperse the red-hot embers in the fireplace. I’d take her to the damn festival then I’d fuck her blind until Christmas over. Seemed simple enough. My dick was certainly on board with the plan.

My head would just have to follow suit.

I busied myself with killing the fire and called Joe to bring the truck down to the house. Then I did the dishes before climbing the stairs. I walked into my bedroom and she was wearing the sweater again, this time with one of my T-shirts peeking from the collar. She had on her green skirt and tights again and my breath stalled.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

She turned and smiled. Just a slash of candy red on her lips and a dash of makeup left her looking even younger and more wholesome.

The wholesome girl who’d sucked my cock like it was her job, even as innocence shimmered under the damn freckles on her nose. I was so fucking toast.

“We can get you some more clothes in town.”

She shrugged. “I figure I won’t be wearing much after this evening.”

I crossed to her and tipped up her chin. “You figure right.”

Her eyes widened and a flush ran up her neck and into her cheeks. The same one that told me she was going to be wet enough to run down my chin given half a chance. Maybe if I distracted her enough, I could get out of the festival.

But then she twisted her fingers into the tails of my shirt. “I’m excited. I’ve never been to a small town festival.”

No way I could be responsible for dimming that smile. “Just let me take a quick shower and we can go.”

She nodded. “Perfect.”

When I finished, I returned to find her holding her phone out the window, on tiptoe. I enjoyed the view for a minute. That skirt was hella distracting. “Not going to work.”

She dropped back down and pulled her arm in. “When you go remote, you go remote.”

“I don’t like to be bothered.” I wasn’t sure if I should mention the SAT phone I had for emergencies. When she shrugged and tossed her phone back in her bag, I let it go. “You might get a signal in town.”

“Good. I just need to check in with Mel.”

“Was that your assistant?”

She nodded. “Yeah. She wanted to make sure I wasn’t buried on the side of the mountain, or better yet, just left in a ditch.”

“Nice to know she cares.” I pulled an old pair of jeans out of my bureau and another plaid shirt out with a thick navy cable knit sweater so I wouldn’t have to wear a jacket.