“Not at all,” Chance said. “Truth is, I was on my way to Houston, big investment opportunity. Only it’s in a few days, so I thought I’d do a little sightseeing until then.”
“Sabbatical,” I nodded. “Is that what normal folks would call a little time off?”
“It is,” he said with a smile itching at the corner of his lips. He stared at me, his eyes squinting just a little, and I knew he was trying to read me. He was definitely interesting, along with the strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. For reasons other than the fact that I was a Ludwig native, I wanted to know everything there was to know about him.
Attracted to the strange ones, as always, eh Ahslyn?
I pushed the little voice to the back of my head where it wouldn’t bother me anymore. I finished my coffee, grabbed the rest of my stuff and handed Chuck the master key I’d used to replace the
flowers in all the rooms, even though most of them would be vacant the entire week.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Mr. Sabbatical,” I said with a smile. “Just let me know if you’re ever looking for a tour guide.”
“I’ll do that,” Chance replied, drawing out the words as if he was teasing me with them.
I gave him one last look, then turned and walked out the office, blushing like a silly school when I realized that my brief chat with the man called Chance had left me as wet as the Rio Grande in spring.
I would definitely be seeing him again.
Chapter 7: Chance
Ashlyn… Ashlyn…
I couldn’t get the beautiful girl with the warm smile out of my head. Which was strange for a guy like me. Usually it didn’t matter who they were, I was always able to forget about a girl the minute they were out of my line of sight. And under no circumstances did I remember their fucking name. I was the poster boy for “Fuck ‘em and forget ‘em”… I’d fucked models and actresses and socialites… so why was this girl pushing out all other thoughts from my mind and making my cock twitch like a live wire?
The whole thing was just… surprising; in a good way.
The minute I saw her, her name popped up in the front of my head, quickly brought back from some obscure box in the recesses of my mind after Chuck had told me about her. I blamed it on the flowers; those damn things had made the room smell like heaven all night, and it must have somehow kept the memory of who she was lingering in my head. Which, again, was fucking strange.
And despite all that, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She wasn’t the typical girl I went after. Definitely not the model cut, but curvy enough to make me curious, with breasts that were absolutely perfect and hips that a man could dig his fingers into. Blonde and blue-eyed, seemed like your typical Texas small-town girl. Only problem was, this place really was a small town, and any attempt at doing something would probably spread like wildfire around here. Besides, I was stranded for the next two days anyway until Hank was done bringing the old truck back to life. I didn’t need people giving me dirty looks wherever I went. And gossip led to attention and attention led to reporters and that led to the fucking world poking its nose in my business, as usual.
And let’s not forget the fact that you’re here to relax, not chase pussy.
That, too.
I lay back on my bed and covered my eyes with my arm, breathing in the sweet smell of the flowers that had been refreshed earlier by my dream girl. Dammit, I wasn’t going to be able to get her off my mind if I stuck around here. I needed a distraction; anything that would make me forget about Ashlyn, so I could go back to thinking about nothing at all, other than getting my ass to Booth and healing my worn-out body so I could get back to work.
I pulled on my boots, grabbed my wallet and made sure I had enough cash for a meal before I head out. Enough cash. Hilarious. I had a wad of cash in my bag that would choke a horse. I peeled off five twenties and stuck them in my pocket. I almost ran right into one of the cleaning girls, the one with pink highlights and big tits, on my way out the door.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” I said.
“That’s okay,” she smiled and swept her big eyes up and down my body before settling on the bulge in my jeans. She licked her lips. Now this one seemed right up my alley, although she couldn’t be a day over seventeen, and I was pretty sure her daddy, as friendly as he was, had a shotgun behind the front desk loaded for guys like me.
You’re here to relax, not get your brains fucked out and your balls shot off. Remember that!
“You can bump into me any time,” the girl said, and I felt a slight twinge in my crotch. Dammit, my cock had a mind of its own. The damn thing was like a heat-seeking missile. It could detect a hot pussy from a mile away.
I forced the monster to get back in its cage. I could already see the headlines: Billionaire Tech Mogul Jailed for Statutory Rape. Or Local Motel Owner Acquitted of Justifiable Homicide.
I gave her a quick smile and hurried along before I involuntarily made my intentions clear, and raced to the front office where Chuck was still huddled over his paper work. He looked up at me, flashed one of his tired smiles, then turned back to what he was doing.
“Listen,” I said, interrupting him. “I thought I’d take your advice on that diner. Any suggestions other than the burger?”
Chuck looked toward the ceiling and scratched his bearded chin. “Their menu’s pretty good, if you ask me, but ever since the doc said my arteries were clogging up, Martha’s got me on a strict diet. Not sure what things taste like over there now. But you can’t go wrong with the burgers. Best burgers in town.” He chuckled. “Hell, they’re the only burgers in town.”
“Alright,” I said, rubbing my hands together. “A burger it is.”
He straightened his back and tossed the pencil to the counter. “Need me to walk you over? I can take a break from trying to figure out these damn numbers.”