“She said it’ll be about two hours before a tow truck arrives. I gave her all the details. Are you sure you don’t mind taking me home?”
“Cam.” The look on his face says it all.
“Well, okay then. Let’s head to your truck. I’ll have coffee waiting for you tomorrow. It’s the least I can do,” I suggest.
“I’m not doing this to get something in return. Well, maybe I’m lying. There is a whole lot I want, but something tells me I’m going to have to wait.” His hand is back on my lower back. We head back through the lobby and go to the guest parking garage. This is something I loathe about the hotel. With all of the wings in this place, it’s easy to get lost. Not to mention, it’s hard walking everywhere. Plus, I’m in heels.
“I can’t wait to get out of these heels,” I say once we’re in Easton’s truck.
“Take them off now. For the record, they may make your legs look hot as fuck, but don’t torture yourself around me. I’d rather you be comfortable than in pain. Which leads me to my next point. We’re looking at houses tomorrow, so you don’t need to be in the type of get-up you’re in today. Wear whatever the hell you want.”
“That I can do. Jeans, a shirt, and a pair of flats. That sounds like heaven,” I moan out, just thinking about it.
I hear Easton groan, and this time, I’m the one that’s smiling while looking out my window.
Chapter Nine
Easton
The whole way back to the hotel after dropping Cam off, I’m dealing with a hard-as-nails cock. After the sweet and tentative kiss she gave me, it nearly destroyed me to leave her alone in her home. The only thing that made me not push the subject was the tow truck driver that I knew was coming to pick her car up.
I whip into the guest parking lot, make sure I have my gun on my hip, and make my way into the employee parking lot. There’s no way this was an accident. I didn’t elaborate with Cam, knowing she may shrug it off. So, I looked and searched everything around her house before I left, and now, I’m here, standing up against her beat-up old car. The joy she had in her eyes when she pointed it out to me… If a piece of shit Honda brings her joy, I can’t imagine what else will. She’s not like other girls her age or any of the ones I grew up around. They wanted flowers, labels, and something flashy. Of course, I never did any of that shit. Not then, and I haven’t done anything in so many years, I’m shocked I haven’t rubbed my dick raw with my own hand by now.
The tow truck driver finally makes his appearance. He gets out and greets me. “Good evening, I’m Bobby. Is this your car?”
I quirk my eyebrow as if to say, “Really?” Not only that, but I can change a damn tire. Cam didn’t have a spare.
“Evening. Nope, it’s a friend’s. She didn’t have a spare, or I would have changed it. Can you take it to the local mechanic shop? I’ll take care of the bill if it’s over what her coverage is,” I tell him.
“Sounds good. You want me to take it to the Honda dealership or to Beaumont’s Automotive?” he asks.
“Beaumont will work. Do I need to follow you, or will you leave my information with them and they’ll call me?”
“I have a form in my truck. Let me grab it for you. They can call you and let you know the damage. I don’t think there’s any salvaging that tire though,” he admonishes.
“Nope, I don’t doubt that either. Thank you for your help. I appreciate it.” Bobby shakes my hand, grabs the form, and I fill it out. This way, Cam’s car will be as good as new by the time she gets out of school tomorrow. If I had it my way, this car would be at the scrapyard, and she’d be in a bigger vehicle than the two-door coupe she owns now. She needs an SUV, something bigger and safer than the fifteen-year-old metal heap she’s driving now.
When I finish the paperwork, Bobby is done loading up Cam’s car and heads off. This leaves me with nothing to do but return to my hotel room.
It’s not until I’m on my way back that I look up and see what they have for security cameras. I didn’t want to be obvious in front of Cam or Bobby, but now that I’m on my way out of the employee garage, I can take every single one in. I see them in the corners, but other than that, there aren’t any others.
“This place is a damn nightmare of epic proportions,” I grouse to myself, once again. I know what I’ll be doing when I get back to my room. Though I’m sure it won’t show anything.