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to look a little bit ugly, but it fit the vibe of the place.

The fireplace was big enough that Maya could have climbed into it and had room to wiggle around.

I passed by the mantle, to my left, where a door waited.

There was a small hallway with three doors.

“There’s a bedroom, a bathroom, and a bedroom,” I said to Maya. “The bathroom is shared. We better figure out a signal so we don’t walk in on each other. Right?”

I looked back at her and winked.

“I can carry my own bag,” she said.

“What kind of boss would I be if I allowed you to do that?”

“The exact kind you are,” she said without hesitation.

I kept walking.

Even if that comment did sting a tiny bit.

I tossed Maya’s suitcase to the master bed and reached for the zipper.

“Cole,” she said as she dove at the bed.

She knew she couldn’t move my hand, so she did a quick turn and jump, plopping her ass right on the suitcase.

“I know what’s in there,” I said. “I just wanted to see again.”

“No,” she said. “You’re…”

She clenched her jaw.

“You want to call me a dickhead,” I said. “But you can’t because you’re getting paid. Think about that, Maya. Think about how much you’re going to make just being here. You have this amazing cabin. The fireplace. The windows and the view. Look at this bedroom…”

“This is your bedroom,” she said.

“Is it?”

“It’s the master bedroom, Cole. Are you going to let me sleep here?”

“True,” I said. “Let’s get this suitcase into the right room.”

I grabbed the handle and tugged.

Maya had two choices. Jump off or fall back onto the bed.

She jumped off and the suitcase was mine again.

I purposely walked through the shared bathroom, noting its size, then went into the second bedroom.

It wasn’t as big as the master, but it was still a good-sized bedroom.

The walls were all thick wood, like logs cut in half. The bed matched and the covers were flannel and plaid patterned.

The lamps on the nightstands were in the shape of deer.

The room was a little bit cliché, but at least it wasn’t mine.

I put the suitcase on the bed and hurried to unzip it before Maya could get to me.

When I flipped the top open, I shook my head.

“Look at this,” I said.

Maya froze and her face blushed. “Those are not my clothes.”

“Do you mind if I touch them?” I asked.

“You put them in there, Cole.”

I hooked my pointer finger around a dark pink lacy top that was see through in some very convenient spots.

There were garters to match that too.

Then there were the thongs…

“One, two, three,” I said. “And I’m not sure this even qualifies as a thong…”

I picked up a floss-sized piece of string, grinning as I knew exactly where it would be touching if Maya were to wear it.

Her face was apple red.

“Why, Cole?”

I tossed the thong to the bed. “The truth? To just have fun for a second, Maya. To cut the tension between us. My way of telling you this is really important that you’re here. Maybe I’m trying to get you to crack your shell a little too. You can cut loose here. Be yourself.”

“That is not me being myself,” she said, pointing to the clothes. “That’s you having some sick fantasy about your secretary. Which, if that were the case, you should have had it on the application.”

“Imagine that,” I said. “Work history. Thong preference.”

Maya didn’t look impressed at all.

“Okay,” I said. “No rules here. You can say what you want to me. I won’t fire you. I promise.”

“You’re an asshole, Cole. You think you’re so much better than everyone else. You know you’re good looking and you use it to get what you want from everyone. Not just women either. From men too. You know Mr. Pickle has to pay for the women that just throw themselves at you. You’re the worst kind of person ever. You think you’re funny but you’re not. I wouldn’t stick floss between my ass cheeks if you paid me to. And I’m not hooking my bra to panties and panties to leg things. If you need that to get it up, you’ve got problems.”

Maya put her hand over her mouth and stepped back.

“Is that everything?” I asked.

Maya nodded, her hand still on her mouth.

“Do you feel better?”

She shook her head.

I stepped closer to her. In a bedroom. Alone. In a cabin. On the top of a mountain. Behind me, some provocative clothes on the bed with her cover