Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I toss the wasted food that’s now gone cold and just sit back and think about my plans
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Chapter Four
Georgia
Two Days Later
“Son of a bitch,” I huff, walking toward the cabin on the other end of the bay. “It has to be the farthest motherfucking one,” I grumble, stealing a glance at the frightening sky and ocean waves.
My family owns them, but I inherited them when they moved away. I loved the business, but it was moments like this when the guests were stubborn that I wanted to scream. The weather shifted hours after I left the hot Mr. Barrymore’s cabin, and my world flipped on its head. I needed all of my guests to evacuate before the weather became too treacherous, but I couldn’t get a hold of him.
Unfortunately, the sheriff was in the middle of dealing with other matters, so I couldn’t just yank him from his duties, or I’d call him to help evacuate this tenant. After all, this man hasn’t done anything wrong except not leave for his own safety. Hell, for all I knew, Mr. Barrymore went with his grandmother, who has a classic pickup that is better in this weather than a freaking expensive Jaguar. Still, he should have taken it out of the area. It would suck if it was ruined. Although, given all the rock damage on the body, I doubt he cares.
I pounded on his door for the third time. He had one more chance to answer before I unlocked the damn door myself with the master key. I hope the bastard hasn’t died because I don’t need this drama after the damn two days from hell I’ve had. We have a storm coming and it isn’t the time for added problems.
“Mr. Barrymore, please open the door. It’s the Temptation Resort management.”
“Go away. I’ve paid for peace and quiet,” Mr. Knox barks through the closed wooden door. Damn it, he’s still here.
“There’s a storm coming,” I hollered. “We don’t have time for your bullshit.”
He whips open the door and drags me in. I find myself pinned to the bed wall; the door quickly clicks locked. “Why the fuck are you stalking me?” he growls, face nearly kissing my startled face. His heated breath brushed mine.
“Are you nuts? Let me go,” I hiss, kicking my feet out and thrashing, but it’s pointless because he’s muscular as hell, and his thighs press my quads flat.
“You’ve been stalking me for nearly six months. Why?” Mr. Knox asks. I freeze, confused as hell, wondering if he’s on some sort of drug, but when I look into his eyes, there are no signs of use, just something else. Something I’ve dreamed about—lust.
I scoff, “I don’t even know who you are, Mr. Barrymore, and if you don’t let me go, I’m going to press charges against you.” He smirks, pissing me off some more. I bump him with my chest, doing absolutely nothing to his broad chest.
He cocks his eyebrow, his smile only getting wider. “Press charges against me, beautiful? I could have you arrested for breaking into my—”
I cut him off and answered, “I own this cabin. I warned you I was coming in. I have a damn key.”
He twists up his brow, giving me a curious look. “Was that your plan to get me here?”
“Are you fucking nuts?” He’s gorgeous and just as handsome as I remembered when he was at Mrs. Barrymore’s home, but wow, has he got a screw or two loose?
“You asked me that already.”
“Let me go. You’re hurting me.” He releases my wrists, but he wraps a fist around my thick red hair, tugging my head back so our lips are inches from each other. He even drops his gaze there momentarily. Why do I want him to kiss me?
Finally, his eyes meet mine, and he snarls, “You are a liar, and I’ve been waiting for you to find your way here. Why did it take you so damn long, hm? Where have you been all week?” I can’t decide if I’m going to kiss him or kick him. The odds are not in his favor. It’s going to be a nut shot.
“No offense. You might be handsome, but there’s no way that I drop all my responsibilities to devote all my time to one guest, no matter who he’s related to, so get off your damn high horse and evacuate Sweet Temptation like the rest of us before it’s too damn late.” A loud boom rips outside, and we’re both rattled. He holds me tightly, protectively. It’s too damn late now. The sky illuminates as a bolt of lightning rips outside the cabin. It’s so close we can feel the electricity spark through us.
The sound that comes next is so deafening that we both cling to each other. It’s followed by the shattering of glass and metal.