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Chapter 2
Damien
I can see why people like this resort so much. I’d never pay to stay here normally, but since the wedding is here I figured it would be easier than driving back to my place. I am so ready to get settled in my cabin. I was lucky that it got dried in before winter hit. I’ve been spending all of my time finishing the interior, but it’s wearing on me. A few nights at a hotel is probably just the break I need.
Although it sucks that I have to attend a wedding of all things. I mean, Nash seems like a cool enough guy. His brother Rhett has been the best thing that ever happened to my sister, I’ll be the first to admit that. But fuck if I hate weddings and all this love bullshit.
That’s what it is. Bullshit. I mean sure, my brother Colton seems pretty happy. But I’ve never met a woman that I wanted to “settle down” with. “Settle down.” Ha. My idea of hell on Earth.
I’m building this cabin to have a place to call home since these mountains are where I grew up and truly are my home. But I fully intend to get out and see the world. No interest in a woman tying me down. No interest in any woman I’ve met in a long time, unfortunately. I’m at the point where I need more than a pretty face. I need to be able to have a conversation with a woman, be able to discuss books or art or history.
Sure, no one would guess that’s what I want. Most women take one look at me and assume all I want is a one-night stand. And plenty have been down for that over the years. But what I’m looking for now, that woman doesn’t exist. At least, I haven’t met her yet.
Tossing my shirt on the bed, I turn to make my way into the bathroom just in time to see the most gorgeous round ass bounce away from me before the door slams shut. What the hell? I grin and raise one eyebrow as I toss my air pods on the bed. Oh, I get it. My brothers know I haven’t dated anyone in forever and thought it would be hilarious to hire a stripper to surprise me.
I shake my head as I bang on the door. “Hey hot stuff. While I appreciate the fact that this suite comes with that kind of room service, I think I’ll pass.”
I hear a loud gasp.
“How dare you!”
“Don’t be offended, honey. If I was into that kinda thing, you’d be perfect for the job. I must say, Brodie and Crawford have outdone themselves this time. I know it wasn’t Wilkes. It wasn’t Wilkes, right?” Then something dawns on me. “But aren’t strippers supposed to start the job with their clothes on?
“I. Am. Not. A. Stripper!”
“Oh really? Then what are you doing in my room, not that I mind one bit.”
“Hang on. Did you say, “Brodie and Crawford and Wilkes?”
“I did. They’re my brothers. So they did hire you?”
“NO dammit. Hang on. One sec.” She swings the door open, towel loosely covering her front. I take a moment to look her up and down, admiring the view. Ample chest, curves that the towel can’t hide, full pouty lips, the kind you want to nibble on, and icy blue eyes that are glaring daggers at me.
Glancing over her shoulder, I can see the reflection of her perfect ass in the mirror on the far wall. Round and juicy. Fuck. My eyes weren’t deceiving me. That is the most perfect ass I have ever seen.
“You must be Damien. I’m Charleigh. I’m a friend of Maggie’s from Atlanta, I’m here for the wedding.”
My eyes go wide. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, I just, I thought-”
She puts a hand on her hip. “Out of all the possibilities you thought I was a stripper? Seriously?”
“Well, I mean…shit. I don’t know.” My gaze travels to her reflection again. My cock starts to stiffen at the sight.
“Can you please just get out of my room and go back down to the front desk?”
Pulling my eyes from her reflection, I meet hers again. “Your room? I don’t think so. This is my room, Peaches.”
“Ugh! Seriously? You are the biggest ass on the planet!” She huffs. “Okay fine, let’s go down together and sort this out.”
“Let’s go.” I motion for her to lead the way.
She rolls her eyes at me. “I’m not going in a towel, dumbass. Can you step out in the hall and give me a sec to get dressed?”
“Oh, right. Uhm, yeah, can do.” I can feel her eyes on me as I grab my shirts off the bed and toss them on before heading out the door.
I only have to wait a few minutes before she steps out, wearing tight yoga pants and a pink hoodie.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” I follow her to the elevator, my mouth salivating at the view of her rear end as her hips sway with each step. We ride the elevator down in silence, she’s standing as far away from me as she can with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of angry determination on her face.