against the door.
“You just blindsided me in front of my boss by requesting I come with you to fucking Montana,” I finally say.
“I just thought it would make everyone happy,” he says. His body mimics my position except he stretches out one arm around the back of the seat. “Remember, this arrangement is huge for both of us.”
“Isn’t having me there going to be, um, me cock blocking you?” I ask him, and I don’t wait for him to answer. “We are going to be living with each other for fourteen days, and the thought of walking in on you in one of your compromising positions when I’m there to do my fucking job isn’t high on my list of must-see sights in Montana.”
“It’s a nice house,” he says, not even answering the first part of my question or responding to my vitriol about me being there to do a job.
“Tell me something, Mr. Straight and Narrow, what’s the longest you’ve gone without sex in days . . . or hours, whichever is the longest?” I fold my arms over my chest, not even sure I want to know or why I asked this question but needing to know what I’m truly up against.
He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine celibate, no worries. And to answer your question, fifteen years is the longest, but the minute I lost my virginity, it was game on.” That fucking smirk is back. He starts tapping the seat with his finger. “Besides, what are you going to tell the boyfriend?” I don’t have to answer him because the car comes to a stop. “I’ll pick you up Monday morning at nine. The plane takes off at ten. It’s a three-hour flight.” I grab the handle of the car door to open it, and his hand falls on my other hand that is still on the seat.
“I promise you that I’ll be on my best behavior, and I won’t let you regret it.” I look down at his hand on mine, his whole hand covering my small one, and I just nod at him. The driver walks around to open the door for me, and I get out and walk to my condo without looking back. I feel his eyes on me; I feel him following me until I am in the safety of my apartment. I don’t turn on the lights as I make my way into my bedroom. Undressing, I enter the bathroom and wash off the light makeup that I put on and then turn to get into bed. I don’t bother with any pjs. I toss and turn most of the night, thinking. Finally giving up, I grab my robe and make my way to the kitchen where I make myself a cup of coffee and go to the couch, flipping the television on. I grab my phone to see the Google alerts going off about Carter, and I open my mouth when I see the first picture that comes up of me and him walking out and getting in the same car.
Is Carter Johnson getting tamed?
Reading the headline, I shake my head and then see fifteen different pictures of us on Google. My phone rings in my hand. Looking down, I see it’s my father, and when I check the time, it’s just past eight.
“Good morning,” he says when I finally answer. “Did you sleep okay?”
“No,” I tell him. “I’m going to Montana. Fucking Montana.”
“It’s very pretty there. Big Sky Country and all,” he says. “Are we still on for lunch?”
“Yeah, I know about Big Sky Country. Dad, I have to pack,” I tell him.
“You have to eat also and relax a bit from the sound of it,” he tells me. “I already told Christina you are coming, and she’s been cooking since seven.” He mentions his personal cook who has been with him for a decade.
“Fine, I’ll swing by but not for long,” I tell him and then hang up. “Two weeks.” I shake my head. “Fourteen days.” I sit on the couch still baffled.
Chapter Nine
Carter
“I can’t even believe that you got them to agree to Erin accompanying you,” Jeff says from the phone that I’m holding with my shoulder to my ear as I throw my things into my luggage.
“I have to pick Erin up in forty-five minutes. Should I bring her coffee? How does she take her coffee?” I stop packing and think about what I just said. Not once have I ever given a fuck about