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Chapter Ten

CAMILA

M y head is swimming with inappropriate thoughts and leftover tequila. God, why had I drunk so much? I feel much better than I deserve, and I have a feeling I have Red to thank for it.

But I won’t because his ego does not need any more feeding. In fact, as long as I’m in his presence, I will make it my own personal mission to deflate that and his cock.

I might as well live up to the reputation he’s giving me. Ruined his sex life? HA!

“Good. The women of this town deserve better than a grumpy ass cowboy with no personality.” His head pops up, and his eyes narrow at me.

“I do believe you said I had a seriously fine ass last night.” Did I?

It sounds like something drunk me would say. Fucking hell, what else did I do or say?

“That doesn’t count. I was drunk.” His face lights up as if I just confirmed something he needed to hear.

“Use that excuse a lot, do you?” I flop back in the bed and throw the covers over my head.

I can’t look at him and think straight in my current state. And for fuck’s sake, I need to put on some clothes.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I mumble in my hiding place.

“Why are we still talking about asses when I could be fucking yours?” Said body part clinches up tight.

But if out of fear of the unknown or want is a fucking toss-up. I need this man out of my room before I do something unforgivable.

“Christ, is that all you think about?” I slowly move the sheet down to look and find him standing at the foot of my bed, staring at my body through the sheets.

The sheer fucking sheets!

“No, I think about your lips, tits and cunt just as much. Mostly I dream of ways of shutting you up long enough to fuck you into submission.” As he names off my body parts, his eyes move to them, and when they land on my pelvis, my core wakes the fuck up, and I have to resist the urge to cross my legs.

“That’ll never happen.” It’s an automatic response to the alpha-hole he puts out.

“Which part?” Good fucking question.

I go for the safe answer.

“Me submitting to you.” It is just not in my nature.

I’m too much of a fighter.

“Ah, but the fucking is on the table. Good. I was starting to lose hope that my balls would ever be any other color than blue.” He disappears into my bathroom, and I sit up so I can keep my eyes on him.

Whether it’s because I don’t trust him, or I miss the view is a toss-up that I’ll figure out at a later date.

“Can you please be serious!” I call after him.

When he returns, he’s holding my bathrobe.

“I’m always serious when it comes to my balls. Prostate health is no laughing matter. You are quite literally causing my health issues.” I snatch the white terry cloth fabric and spin my finger in the air to indicate he should turn around.

“Really? I think I’ve seen everything.” His smirk is only marred by the swipe of his tongue that I want to have all over my body.

“I need a drink,” I sigh as he finally turns, and I quickly put on the robe.

“What you need is food. Come on. I’m going to feed you a proper country breakfast.” He glances over his shoulder, and I can’t help but grin at the disappointment in his eyes when I’m completely covered.

“Let me guess. Your cum straight from your cock.” I stop cold at my own words.

Why am I flirting back? Guilt makes my stomach ache as I think of Ryan.

“Dammit, woman, I’ve been trying to be a gentleman, but if you keep talking nasty to me, I’ll just have to dick you down right here and right fucking now.” I shiver at his words.

“Me nasty? That’s rich. No thanks, I’ll stick with a regular breakfast, and there better be some fried meat involved.” He pulls on the tie of the robe, and I stumble into his chest.

“Darlin’, this is Texas. Fried meat is always on the table.” I roll my eyes.

“Fine, I’ll shower quickly.” I’m stepping into the bathroom when he mentions the time, and my heart drops.

“Cowboys eat breakfast rather early, so if you want to get a good steak and eggs, we need to leave soon. I don’t remember the last time I slept past dawn. So six is really late for me.” I spin in horror.

I have less than an hour to get to the airport.

“FUCK! I’m going to miss my flight!”

Forty-five minutes later, Red drops me off at the airport as big fat snowflakes fall around us. He helps me out of his truck and hands me my suitcase without saying one single smart ass thing.

It feels like a final goodbye between close friends or lovers, and I can’t fathom why because I hate this man with a passion.

Keep telling yourself that until you believe it, Camila.

“Um,” I don’t know what to say.

“Cam V. Greystone, you have forever changed my life.” He leans in, and I freeze.

The moment when I think our lips will meet for the first time, I close my eyes tight, but the feeling never comes. Instead, I feel a soft brush against my cheek, and then the moment is over.

“Have a safe flight.” He seems to want to say more but turns abruptly as if he needs to leave now or he’ll do something he shouldn’t.

And my chest hurts as I watch his truck pull away, wishing he had.

“Ma’am, would you like to check your bag at the curb?” I shake my head and smile at the young man.

“No, I’m running late, and I might not even make it, but thanks!” He laughs and looks up at the sky.

“Afraid every flight is delayed at the moment. You’ll be fine.” Of course, the flights were late.

I hand over my bag and take my ticket.

The airport is basically empty, and I could curse for not checking the flight info and rushing here for no reason.

Ya, you could have been nice and warm in bed with a hot cowboy.

I find some coffee after security and walk slowly to my gate as I drink it. When the screen next to the breezeway flashes delayed, I groan. Four hours?

Well, I guess I can get some work done while I wait.

Two hours in, I call Ryan to update him, but he rejects the video call. Frowning as my phone rings for a regular call, I answer and slowly bring it up to my ear.

“Hello,” I say hesitantly.

The whole thing feels off as I hear Ryan’s assistant answer me, not him.

“Ms. Greystone, I’m so sorry. Ryan asked me to relay a message as he’s in a meeting at the moment. He’d like to know if your flight is on time.” Jasmine’s professional voice has always seemed so fake to me.

She’s always been nice to me, and Ryan swears she’s indispensable, but I just don’t trust her. I shake off the weird feeling and sigh as I answer her.

“No, unfortunately, my flight is delayed because of the weather. Can you please tell him I’ll be late for dinner?” The man sitting next to me, who’s been asleep since I arrived, coughs loudly, and I miss what Jasmine says.

When I hear the phone disconnect, my hackles rise.

I sit quietly, working until the airport announces that all outgoing flights have been canceled. It’s like the entire building shakes with the grumblings of the people inside. I pick up my phone to text Ryan I won’t be home at all and notice a missed call from him.

Huh, the weather must be messing with the signal.

I open the voicemail and listen to my entire world fall apart.