"Ah, fuck me."
Razor is right. I am fucked. Francesca may have a grumpy little attitude, but she's a little ball of sunshine, exactly like I fucking called her. Jesus H. Christ, she's pretty. Long blonde hair frames a smiling heart-shaped face. Laughter dances in her blue eyes, and her cheeks are pink. She's not wearing makeup. She doesn't need it. Her ivory skin is perfect without it, right down to the birthmark on her arm.
"Goddamn son of a bitch," I growl, palming my cock through my slacks. I shouldn't have looked her up. Because now I have to wait two fucking weeks to make her mine. It's going to be pure damn torture to my cock.
* * *
“Thank you for calling the Silver Spoon Falls Inn. This is Francesca. How may I help you?” Her dulcet voice washes over me, bringing a smile to my lips.
Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this all week. I’ve been hounding the hotel like a crazy person for four days, thinking up excuses to call, just trying to catch her. It’s a sad day when you’re considered a bigger diva than your rockstar brother, but necessity is a bitch. And talking to Francesca again is a necessity.
“Francesca,” I say, my tone clipped, though I don’t intend it to be. It’s the lust talking, I swear. It’s pounding through me like a riptide, threatening to drown me.
“I knew my day was going too well,” she mutters. I don’t think I’m supposed to hear that part because the next words out of her mouth are, “Hello again, Mr. Montgomery. What can I help you withtoday?”
Ah. So, they have told her that I’ve been calling every day, asking for all manner of inane, ridiculous shit. So far, I’ve requested a gun safe, Egyptian cotton sheets, and extra batteries for the smoke detectors. I’m running out of requests.
“It’s nice to hear from you, too, sunshine,” I say. “And how is your day going? Mine is great, thanks for asking.”
She seethes silently. I can practically hear the steam coming out of her ears. Fuck, I bet it’s taking everything she has not to lay into me right now. I wish she would. I want to hear that sassy mouth again.
“But since you asked,” I say, leaning back on my sofa. My hand drifts toward my cock of its own volition. I grip my shaft through my pants, squeezing the hard bastard even though I shouldn’t. She’d probably kick my ass if she knew what I was doing right now. “I’m calling to inquire about the type of locking mechanisms used for the doors.”
“You’re… what?”
“What type of locks do you use, sunshine?”
“You seriously called to ask about the locks on the doors?”
No, I called to talk to you.
“Yes,” I lie.
“They’re locks, Mr. Montgomery! They lock the freaking doors to keep people out,” she growls, making my dick throb. “How should I know what kind they are? I’m not a locksmith. I didn’t purchase the locks, nor did I install them. I answer the phones and check people in and out.”
“You just can’t help that mouth, can you?”
“And you can’t help being infuriating, can you?” she retorts.
Fuck, I want her face down over my lap with her round ass in the air. I bet she’d growl defiance at me every time I smacked her perfect little cheeks.
“Your room will have a deadbolt. It’ll even have a sliding lock. And, if you’re feeling really fancy, I bet you can even slide the armoire over in front of the door to make you feel extra safe in your nice, big,securesuite in a town with almost zero violent crime,” she sasses.
I laugh quietly, working my hand up and down my cock like the horny bastard I am. “I hope customer service isn’t the grand plan for your life, sunshine,” I say. “You suck at it.”
“Oh, no,” she says, her voice sugary-sweet. “I’m excellent at it. You just annoy me. Have an extra special evening, Mr. Montgomery.”
I drop my phone to my stomach and jerk my pants down, wrapping my fist around my bare cock. Fuck, I can’t wait until I meet her in person. She’s going to blow my damn mind. I already know it.
CHAPTERTHREE
FRANCESCA
“That’s it.” I stare in the mirror, fighting with an unruly curl that refuses to cooperate, and blow out my breath. “It’s hopeless and I’m calling in sick,” I mutter, knowing I’m freaking lying. A little part of me has been counting down the minutes until I meet the big jerk. Weeks of interrupted sleep filled with steamy fantasies are finally coming to an end. I gave up trying to relieve the ache deep inside me with my fingers days ago, and my freaking backside is tingling in anticipation of his special spanking. This whole situation is getting scary. I’m praying that he’s short, hunched, and covered in big bumps so I can get over this insane crush. Who ever heard of falling for a jerk they’ve never met in person? Leave it to my dumb heart to jump without a parachute.
“You look beautiful,” my best friend reassures me. “And you aren’t calling in sick.” She picks up the flat iron and wraps it around the uncooperative curl. Within a few seconds, Amelia wrestles it into place. “You’re going to knock Mr. High and Mighty on his pamperedI need extra securityrear end.”
“You’re right.” I pull up my big girl panties and give Amelia a bright smile. Too bright, but it's all I can manage right now.