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you trying to make a joke?”
“I am,” I said. “I just… you know… what it was. What it meant.”
Cole reached for the counter and nodded. “Do you really want to do this? Go down this emotional road over one night of sex? As far as I could tell, you were in the mood just as much as I was. Should we have done it? No. Do I regret it? No. Am I worried about it? No. We were drunk and…”
“And, what, Cole?” I asked.
“I wanted to fuck you, Maya. I wanted to taste your body. I wanted to find out what was hiding under that dress. I wanted to know why you don’t dress like that more often.”
“You could have just asked,” I said.
“I’m not the asking and talking type when it comes to that type of activity.”
Heat moved through my body.
He had a way with words…
“Were you really going to beat up Mr. Pickle? Or was that your cheap way of getting into my pants?”
Cole grinned. “I don’t think we need to talk about last night anymore, Maya. But for the record, you weren’t wearing any pants.”
He moved from the counter.
I had a lot more to ask him. A lot more to talk about.
None of it would get me anywhere.
The doorbell to the cabin buzzed and when I heard Mr. Pickle’s voice, I cringed.
He and Cole were going to talk a little more.
I was going to pack my stuff up.
Then it was time to go back to reality and let all of this stay as a memory.
Chapter Sixteen
Cole
Thankfully, weeks went by.
The more distant time became between myself, Maya, and that night in the cabin, the better things felt.
She didn’t bring it up.
I didn’t bring it up.
But for a while there, when we looked at each other, it was still there.
Burning from her eyes, fresh in her mind.
That only served to make me relive the entire thing myself.
What happened was done.
We took advantage of a night together. We carved out some of that tension between us. She lived out her fantasy of being in a cabin with me… even if she didn’t get to write any words.
Not that it was my job to care about her words.
I looked at the calendar on my desk and put my finger to today’s date. I slid my finger back to the night of the cabin. That required me to move to the previous month to find the exact date.
My phone rang and I grabbed it.
“Maya,” I growled.
“Um… Cole… Mr. Dicklicker is on the phone? I assume that’s your-”
“Send it through,” I snapped.
I shut my eyes and cringed.
When the memory of Maya hit me, I found myself snapping at her.
I enjoyed women. A lot of women. I loved the way they kissed, looked, and fucked. But I had never mixed sex with someone I worked with. At least not someone as close as Maya.
A part of me felt like offering her money to go away.
That would only end up getting me in hot water.
Over these last several weeks, Mr. Pickle and I were finishing up the biggest deal of my life. His company was going to buy my company. It was going to look good for him and make me insanely richer than I was. Meaning I could not have anything go wrong right now. Meaning Maya was to show up each day and we had to act normal.
“Cody, what do you want?” I asked.
“Whoa, whoa, brother,” he said. “You sound tense.”
“Far from it,” I said. “Just here we are again with the office calls.”
“Come on,” Cody said. “This is cool. I’m still amazed by my big brother being such a bigwig.”
“Right. You’re proud of me?”
“I need a little bit of money.”
“Why don’t you work here? I can find something for you to do.”
“No. I’m good. Just send some cash.”
“How much?”
“I’m going to tell you and you’re going to get mad. But before that, just know, I’m in hot water.”
“Legally? Again?”
“Not quite legally,” he said. “I, uh, I owe a guy some cash.”
“Okay, I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “Text me a number.”
I hung up the call.
I was starting to feel pent up.
There was a cure for that.
Drinks with the guys.
And a woman to distract me for the night.
“This is a little bit fancy for us,” Jackson said as he looked around. “We’re at a table together.”
“At least we’re not sitting,” Liam said. “Then it would be really official.”
“I have to tell you guys something,” I said. “I just have to get