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“It was just a suggestion. We’re bored off our asses here, and Herbie isn’t free. Why not see what this town has to offer?”

“Don’t we have a tour guide for that?” I say, smirking. None of us have talked to Kendall since yesterday afternoon, but sheissupposed to be showing us around Boone.

“You’re right,” Tanner says. “Kendall might have an open schedule.”

I pull out my phone to shoot her a text.

“We need our tour guide. Are you available?”

She doesn’t respond right away, which sucks. I didn’t expect her to be at our beck and call, but I really am bored out of my mind. I’m tempted to take Tag up on his wandering suggestion if it means getting out of this hotel room and away from my growing inbox. When I get back to New York, I’m firing everyone and looking for competent people who can take care of things when I decide to take a week off. I should not have to micromanage everything from Georgia.

“What did she say?” Tanner asks, sitting on the couch next to me. He takes up my post, searching for something on TV. I don’t bother warning him that he won’t find anything.

“She hasn’t answered yet,” I say, showing him my blank lock screen. “She’s probably busy.”

Tag groans.

“If she doesn’t answer in five minutes, I’m going out on my own, I don’t even care.”

My phone dings. All three of us perk up. When I check, it’s a message from Kendall.

“I can meet you after work. I’ll be at the hotel at 5:30. Meet me in the lobby?”

I respond that it sounds good and let the guys know.

“That means we have to fill two hours on our own,” Tanner complains.

I shrug. “Not my fault. I’m going to go take a nap.”

“Liar!” Tanner says. “You’re going to go rub one off thinking of Kendall.”

I flip him the bird even though he’s right. Just those couple of texts reminded me of yesterday, and how beautiful she looked splayed out on the couch. If we’re meeting her in the lobby, we won’t be seeing relief from Kendall in the near future. I have to do what I can to survive the night without a constant hard-on.

I won’t say the two hours flies by, but knowing we have something to do makes the time pass by quicker. The guys and I are dressed and in the lobby by five fifteen. Kendall shows up at exactly five thirty, gorgeous as always.

“Hi,” she says. She looks down at her business casual clothes and sighs. “I didn’t have time to go home and change. The place I want to take you closes at seven, so we need to hurry.”

“No, you look great,” I say. The other guys nod approvingly. No shirt can keep her Double Ds at bay. They strain against the buttons on her blouse. Her red, lacy bra is just barely visible through the space between buttons. The skirt she’s wearing shows off her curves for days. She looks sensuous. I’m glad she didn’t get a chance to change, because it would be a shame to miss out on such a sexy outfit.

“Thanks,” Kendall says, blushing. “I appreciate that.”

My jeans do nothing to prevent my hard rod from displaying itself to the general public. I try to tamp it down with thoughts of grandmas and dead puppies, but nothing works. Kendall is too damn hot for her own good. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

“So, Boone has this whole historic district,” Kendall tells us. “And there’s this beautiful mansion over there that offers tours. I thought we could go check it out, if you guys want.”

I’d rather tour her body, but Kendall looks so hopeful that I have to agree.

“That sounds great. We’ve been wanting to see more of this town. We’ve been cooped up in the hotel all day. It’s been torture.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just been awful hanging out in a luxury hotel.”

We laugh.

“There isn’t much to do but work, and we don’t want to do that on vacation.”

“I would’ve thought you guys work twenty-four seven, even when you’re on a trip. Isn’t that how you get to be the big bosses?”