I purse my lips. “It sounds like you want an employee, not a bride?” I shake my head. “Boone, why didn’t you just put out a help wanted ad?”
“Fuck, no, that won’t work. I needed a woman, a wife. Just like my folks. I need someone here who can commit to the values of this business. Which is why when Monique approached me, I agreed. A wife solves my problems.”
I scowl. “You wanted to marry your mother?”
“Hell, no,” Boone says, turning to face me now. “I told Monique my own specifications. I wanted a woman who was hot as fuck and knew her way around a bedroom. I wanted a woman with real life experience, too, because not just anyone can manage a lodge. I didn’t want some ditsy girl who would feel over her head. I’m assuming you fit that bill?”
I twist my lips, thinking about how Everly would fare with this proposition. She would never be able to hack it. Besides her lack of experience in the bedroom, she’s never ventured far from Oregon. And our other friend, Amelia? She dated Derrick for four years and is in total rebound mode. I may not always make the best choices, but Amelia is a whole other level of impulsive at the moment.
If Monique had us to choose from, I can see how I’d be the logical choice for what Boone was looking for. But that doesn’t mean I can commit to this life. I was willing to come here, knowing I could always walk way.
Getting to know Boone makes that doubly difficult. Not to mention I’ve already fucked him. I already know what sort of insta-chemistry he and I share.
“So you plan on living here forever?” I ask, wanting to get a feel for Boone, his life goals, or plan, or something. I should probably get to know him on a deeper level than just the length of his cock.
Boone nods, looking out the window at the massive property.
“Damn straight. I love it here. Went to college for business, but came back right after. Spent a few years helping Mom and Dad. Now that it’s mine, I want a life here.”
“Like, a wife and kids kinda thing?” I purse my lips. I don’t think I could handle something so regular for the long term.
“You say that like it’s bad. Having a place to call home isn’t the worst thing in the world.”
When I shrug, he presses on.
“What? What do you want, Delta? What’s so much more worthy?”
“I don’t know … I mean, I like meeting new people, having different experiences. And I have a degree in hospitality. Hotel services, basically.”
“But? There’s always a but.”
“But I think I’d always rather be the guest. The one traveling somewhere new and exotic.”
“I get that. But it’s kinda perfect.”
“What’s perfect?” I ask, seeing a glint in his eye.
“That you’re trained to run a hotel. It’s perfect, right?” Boone gives me a wide smile, one I might not deserve. “But, besides being perfect for the job, you’re fucking perfect to look at, too,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. My heart starts pounding as his hands travel over my ass. “And you certainly know how to fuck. Sounds like Monique knew what she was doing.”
I let him slide his hand lower, to my thighs, as he raises the hem of my dress. He knows how to lure me into his plan; he knows how to erase my hesitation with the simple caress of his hand across my skin. He’s good.
But he also needs to know where I’m coming from. “Look, Boone,” I tell him, wanting to be transparent. “I knew I was coming here to be your wife ... but I didn’t realize I would just be handed this amount of responsibility.”
He looks at me with those bright green eyes, and pulls me closer. He smells like sunshine and soap and barrel-aged whisky. He smells like a man.
My man.
I’m hella turned on by him, by his cock and his hands and the way he tells me what to do ... but what if that changes? Sure, I just told him a marriage could possibly be built on amazing sex, but what if that’s not enough?
What if I want to end things with Boone in a few months, after this thing with him runs its course? I would have so much guilt around messing with his family business.
“Listen, Delta, you can do this job the same way you handled my cock.” He smiles. The hand under my dress smacks my ass, then moves toward the front of my panties; he slides his warm fingers low enough for my pussy to throb.
“How’s that?” I ask, my breath catching as he circles his thumb against my clit expertly.
“Woman, you grabbed it with both hands and went all in.”
Chapter Seven
Boone
As we walk downstairs to the dining hall, I see a flicker of hesitation cross Delta’s face. After we fucked our brains out, I showed her the property and let her know about the gig here at the lodge.