“Which means I understand how guys think. It’s actually a good thing your sister couldn’t make it this weekend. You showing up with her would have been a win to a guy like that.”
It stung a little, but he was probably right. “Showing up alone is going to be even worse.”
“You aren’t going to be alone, Elisa.”
“I’m not?”
He squeezed my hand lightly. “I’m going to be your date for the weekend.”
Brysen was everything my ex wished he could be. He had the kind of money that equated to me showing him five million dollar houses for a cash purchase. Everywhere he went, women noticed him and did their best to attract his attention. And it wasn’t just because he was rich or used to be a professional football player—he was man candy material with the often photographed abs to prove it. As cliché as it sounded, he was what people were referring to when they talked about the guy all men wanted to be and women wanted to sleep with. Including me, which was why I didn’t have a choice over how I answered his offer. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Chapter 3
Brysen
I was prepared for Elisa’s initial rejection, and not the least bit deterred. The precarious position she was in ensured I would win this round.
“Of course this is a good idea. You want a buffer between you and the pathetic excuse for a man you call an ex. I can take that one step further. Showing up with your new, famous, rich, and adoring boyfriend will have him kicking his own ass for letting you go. As an added bonus, it will make him look pathetic to everyone else because you obviously lowered your standards to be with him.”
Elisa’s forehead wrinkled and she frowned. “It’s not like I was slumming or something,” she said defensively.
I squeezed her hand again. “Yes, baby. You were.”
She stared at me for a few moments, the frown line still visible. Then it disappeared and she shrugged. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Good. What time should I pick you up?”
“No, I meant—” she stopped and sighed. “Ten a.m. on Friday.”
Touchdown.
I didn’t want to push my luck, so I’d resisted the temptation to kiss her senseless after lunch. There would be plenty of time for me to get to know every inch of her sexy body. I went through the motions of getting her address, as if I didn’t already know everything about her.
Friday morning finally arrived and my body was humming with excitement, knowing my perpetual state of arousal since I met Elisa would soon be appeased. I parked my car in the driveway of a quaint, white cottage complete with red shutters and a picket fence. I followed the flower-lined path to the red front door and rang the bell, half-expecting Mrs. Cleaver to answer.
Instead, the rush of desire that slammed into my body when I saw the sexiest snow bunny I’d ever encountered almost knocked me over. Elisa stood in front of me in a white sweater that clung to her perky tits, jeans that looked painted on, and I was sure showcased her perfect ass, and dark brown, leather riding boots. My cock swelled to epic proportions as I pictured her riding me, those tits bouncing, my hands clutching her round ass. This was going to be a very long car ride.
She smiled, almost shyly, shrugged on a white ski jacket, and then lifted her long, black hair from inside the collar. I shoved my fantasies to the back of my mind and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Hello, baby. You look incredible.” I inhaled her scent, filling my lungs with the fragrance of cherry blossoms—a smell I’d quickly become addicted to.
The apples of her cheeks became tinged with pink, but her plump lips turned down at the corners. “We aren’t there yet.”
I winked and fought a grin when her blush intensified. “Just getting into character,” I explained. I lifted her small suitcase, waited until she shut and locked the door, then placed my empty hand so low on her back, another inch and I’d be filling my palm with her ass. Guiding her out to the car, I helped her climb into her seat and leaned over to buckle her in. She gave me a confused look, but didn’t protest, and I was rewarded with another beautiful blush when my arm brushed across her tits as I pulled back and stood. After storing her bag in the back with mine, I joined her in the front of the car and got on the road.
“There’s coffee there for you,” I told her, nodding toward the center console.
“Um, thanks,” she murmured, picking up the steaming cup and taking a sip. Surprise registered on her face. “How did you know what I like?”
I glanced at her, smiling. “I pay attention, particularly to anything that touches those kissable lips.” Damn, the sweet color on her cheeks was going to be the death of me. It never failed to have my dick standing at attention. The drive to the airport took less that fifteen minutes and I parked in a private hangar at the small airstrip. When I’d informed Elisa that I would take care of our travel arrangements, she put up a little argument, but it wasn’t hard to convince her to make the trip in Maddie’s husband’s private jet. We boarded and took off for Tahoe in no time at all.