Page 12 of Tempted

“He didn’t pick up. I got his voicemail.”

“Yeah...he turns it off when he’s upset.”

“It’s all my fault. If I’d listened to Gage,all this could have been avoided.”

“All the ifs in the world won’t changeanything now. I’ll take care of Chris.”

She sits Indian-style and bounces on the bed,giving me a bright smile. I know that smile. She’s about to try andchange the subject to cheer me up. Gotta love her.

“So this is where all the magic happened,”she says, her palms gliding over the bed.

I don’t want to talk about me and Gage, so Itry to steer the conversation toward her. “Tell me about the magicI just saw with you and Ron.”

“O.M.G…amazingkisser. Like mind.Blown.”

“When are you going out?”

“Tonight,” she practically squeals inexcitement. “We’re gonna try Chiquita’s again.”

“That’s gr–”

The bathroom door opens, banging against thewall. Gage walks out in his boxer briefs, whistling and drying hishair with a towel.

“Oh…hey,” he greets Chrissy. “Chrissy,right?”

She stares at him, eyes wide, mouth open.“Um…y...yeah,” she stutters.

I can definitely relate to the reaction. GageHunter is sex personified. With his amazing body and the way thoseboxers cling to him…my muscles clench. Chrissy grabs my hand,squeezing my fingers. We watch as he walks to the closet and startspulling out clothes.

“I can’t believe you slept next to him allnight and didn’t rape him.”

Gage bursts out laughing, and Chrissy turnsto me in wide-eyed horror.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes!”

I join Gage, falling over and grabbing mystomach. The look on her face is priceless.

“Ugh! Kill me now.”

“It’s okay, Chrissy. I totally understand,”Gage says.

He gives her that cocky grin of his and Ithrow his pillow at him. Conceited bastard. He catches it andtosses it back with a wink. We sit back and enjoy the Gage show aswe eat. He revels in it, the smirk never leaving his face, until heshrugs into his cut.

“I got club shit to handle, so I’ll see youlater. Chrissy can keep you company, but under no circumstance doyou leave the compound. Got it?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Fuckin’ smart mouth.”

He drops a kiss on my lips and one onChrissy’s cheek, then heads for the door.

“Anything you need, talk to Ron. You need me,call me.”

“’Kay.”

“Later, babe.”