I pull on my wet pants and don’t bother with the shirt, gathering her dress and bra off the floor. Her thong is beyond saving and I’m not even remotely sorry. “Be back soon.”
In the kitchen, her bag is on the floor. It must have fallen from the counter while we were busy. A couple things are spilling out of it, so I pick it up and put them back. The last thing that I pick up is her wallet.
It’s a plain little wallet, with one of those clear windows so you don’t have to dig out your ID every time you want to show it. But it’s what I see there that makes me pause.
The driver’s license shows Rose smiling out of the picture, and next to the picture is the name Rose Brandt. Not Rose Evans.
What the hell?
I think it through. There’s a possibility that she had a name change for some reason and she hasn’t changed it on the ID. Or maybe she goes by another name for reasons all her own. But something is nagging in my gut—something that makes me think that it’s not right.
Even though I shouldn’t, I open her wallet. Not too much in there. A couple of credit cards with the name Rose Brandt, some cash, and the thing that makes my stomach drop.
A business card for Brandt Insurance Services.
Fucking seriously?
I scrub a hand over my face. Gary Brandt is an insurance guy that’s been harassing us for months to switch to his coverage, even though we’re perfectly happy with our current insurance and have absolutely no interest in switching.
Did he send her here? Why? What is she actually trying to do? Cause I’m sure that she has absolutely no interest in booking the lodge for a girls’ weekend.
I push down my anger as I toss the wallet back into her purse. She lied. But the sex that we just had and the chemistry between us isn’t fake. No one can fake pleasure like that. It’s easily the best sex I’ve ever had.
But two can play at this game. In a matter of moments, I have a plan and I’m walking out the door toward my own cabin. If she came here to ruin my business, I can ruin her too while still managing to give us more pleasure than we’ve ever had before.
I toss her clothes in my dryer and grab her a pair of sweats and a large t-shirt that she can put on in the meantime. The thought of her wearing my clothes is distracting—she might even be sexier wearing my stuff than that infernal sundress that’s now spinning in my machine, simply because the clothes are mine, and I like that.
Lies, or no, I’m attracted to this woman in a way that I cannot explain, and I’m not going to let it go to waste. I’m going to find out what’s going on underneath the surface. Dig down and get to the heart of it and hope that it’s something that makes sense. That’s innocent and not what I’m afraid of.
When I get back to the guest cabin in my own dry clothes, Rose has barely moved. She’s wantonly spread over the bed, sheets barely covering her curves. God, she’s so fucking sexy.
My dick is already twitching in anticipation of fucking her again later. But first, the plan. “Let’s get out of here,” I say, setting the clothes on the bed for her. “We’ve got food and alcohol to get to.”
“Why, Asher,” she says, grinning, “are you trying to get me drunk so that you can fuck me silly later?”
I smile. “Something like that.”
5
Rose
“Are you sure that they’re going to be okay with me wearing your clothes?”
Asher gives me a look. “No, they’ll think it’s incredibly strange that you’re wearing something dry after the secret rainstorm.”
Fair point.
“Yeah, I know, it’s just weird to like…meet your friends in your sweats and your t-shirt and no underwear.”
“They’ll only know that you’re not wearing any underwear if you tell them. Otherwise they’ll think that I’m a gentleman for letting you borrow my clothes. After all, I’m notoriously stingy with them.”
“Really?”
He laughs. “No.”
The air is now wet and heavy as we walk, the humidity sticking to my skin through his clothes. I feel like I’m still in a little bit of a dream state after all the sex and orgasms. How does that even happen? I wasn’t even aware that my body could do that.
On the one hand, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me, bar none. And on the other hand, I’ve now set a standard that will be impossible to reach. Men with the abilities and cocks like Asher don’t just come along every day ready to fuck you.
There’s laughter coming from the lodge, and we walk in to see way, way more people than I expected. There’s a brief break in the talking as we enter.