Page 52 of Igniting Sparks

They didn’t spare any expense on the décor, but like the rest of the resort, it’s tastefully done. No doubt her aunt chose these rooms to make sure I knew the depth of her pockets—which is silly, really, because Bitsy is a local legend.

I don’t know the Farnsworth family personally, but I know of them. Everyone in Sparkwood does. They’re old money, and their names decorate everything from hospital wings to the town library.

It’s hard to believe Mina is related to them, although it’s clear the relationship is built on a bedrock of guilt and expectations.

It’s also clear that Bitsy is going to do her damndest to make my life hell this weekend—and I hate to admit how much I relish the idea.

People love to underestimate me. I’m quiet and reserved, at least compared to Ash, and my colorful lifestyle brings with it all sorts of preconceived notions—mainly that I’m a delinquent with two things on my mind: sex and trouble.

Bitsy didn’t expect me to be familiar with Grayson Industries, and I’d bet my next commission she’d swallow her teeth if she got a glimpse of my stock portfolio.

I learned a long time ago that the best way to win at life is to move in silence. Don’t let everyone in on your next move—because then they’ll do their best to sabotage it.

The less they know, the less power they wield.

And Bitsy Farnsworth loves to throw around her name, and money, whenever and wherever possible.

I don’t give a crap that she hatesme. I do, however, take issue with her less-than-stellar treatment of Mina. Thewoman is pure, unadulterated sunshine, and her aunt doesn’t see it.

But I do.

Mina is changing everything, and it’s not like she’s trying. Hell, she practically wore a blanket to bed, complete with cartoon animals.

And yet, that only upped my attraction.

I realize I’m going to have to take the lead after our late-night garden misstep, but that’s fine. It allows me to set the pace and ensure Mina experiences all the facets of love.

Not that I’m in love… or anything.

But I like her a whole damn lot. And I want her even more.

Plus, she was right. Sheisa great sleeping partner, even though I plan on razzing her about her nonexistent snores.

Way too much fun not to drop a few white lies, just to see her blush.

Mina walks out of the bathroom and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. “All better.”

Guess it’s my turn. I swing my legs out of bed and stretch, working the kinks out of my neck.

Mina’s cheeks go pink. Again.

A glance downward explains everything. Still ready for action.

“Hey, I warned you.”

“Right.” She looks away, her tongue sweeping across her bottom lip.

Not helping, sweetheart.

I have two choices: grab her and make use of my morning wood or take matters into my own hands—literally.

Fuck, I hate my decision. But I stopped her the other night because I wanted it to be special. And a quickie with her bent over the dresser while I nail her from behind doesn’t exactly qualify.

Hot as hell? Absolutely.

Romantic? Not even close.

Besides, we have to face her aunt today, and Mina’s already rattled.