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wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of boyshorts, I knew just how much trouble I was in.
Chapter 18
Fiona
The hot shower felt amazing after sweating all day in the sweltering heat. I’d decided while I was in there that I might as well forgive Jesse for embarrassing me and just try to get through the night with as little friction as possible.
As soon as I walked back into the living room, I flashed him a big smile, hoping it would be enough of an olive branch to let him know I wasn’t as much of an ungrateful bitch as I must have seemed.
Instead, he seemed to have turned the tables and curtly dismissed himself. “I’m going to shower, too,” he said.
“Fine,” I muttered, padding off to the kitchen to figure out what to do about dinner.
He’d beat me to it.
I opened the fridge and saw several beers and two already assembled tuna sandwiches waiting for me. I dug in, starving from all the work we’d done today. After I finished, I took my beer outside, surveying the scene from the porch.
The flames were a fair amount back, and the winds had died down considerably once the sun set, which I was very grateful for. The plan was that Max and some of the crew would clear a path for us from below tomorrow morning, if we hadn’t managed to do it ourselves, and we’d make it out just fine.
As long as the conditions didn’t change drastically overnight, we’d be good to go in the morning.
In the meantime, we had a lot of hours to get through.
Just me and Jesse.
All alone.
In the middle of nowhere.
In a swanky cabin, surrounded by sweltering flames.
“Hey,” he said, appearing behind me. I turned to face him as he walked out onto the deck and took a breathless step back when I saw him.
He wore nothing but briefs, a replay of the night before, only this time he was awake and fully illuminated by the faint glow of the distant flames and bathed in moonlight shining from the heavy hanging moon above us.
Silently, I watched him approach, his muscles flexing with each step. I’d have admonished him for being practically naked, but so was I — both of us having not much but our underclothes to put back on besides our heavy suits.
Not only was I doomed to spend an intimate night alone with him, but we’d be wearing next to nothing the entire time.
What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 19
Jesse
Two could play at her game. I had an extra set of jeans in my pack, but if she was going to run around without any clothes on, so was I.
The cold shower I’d taken had done nothing to wash away the heat coursing through my veins, and while I dried off and contemplated putting on those jeans or not, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t up for a little bit of game playing.
I wanted to see her squirm a little.
And I’d seen the way she looked at me last night.
I knew I was affecting her the same way she was affecting me and I’d come to the conclusion that having a little bit of fun while we were stuck here tonight wasn’t such a bad idea.
I grabbed a beer and joined her out on the deck.
The look on her face when I walked out was priceless.
The way her nipples popped out of her tank top left me unexpectedly reeling. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready to play this game after all.
My plan was to flirt, that was it.
Like I said, I wanted to see her squirm.
I had every intention of stopping before things went too far. Neither of us needed that kind of a distraction, I knew that.
I’m a professional, sure, but I was also bored as hell and with nothing else to do to pass the time, my mischievous streak was rearing its head.
I stood close to her, taking sips of my beer as we looked out at the property.
“It’s beautiful up here,” I said.
“Let’s hope it stays that way,” she said. “The winds have died down almost completely. I think we’ll be fine for the night.”
“You’re probably right about that,” I said, turning and grinning down at her. She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine curiously, as if she was trying to figure me out. I resisted the urge to laugh at her. She’d never be able to do that, no matter how hard she tried.
“What’s on your mind?”