Chapter 30
SILAS
“You’re back.” Mav slapped me on the shoulder, then pulled me in for a brotherly hug. “Good to see you.”
“Thanks.”
The James Inn looked like a mountain lodge, with the thick log walls and river rock chimneys.
Oversized windows offered views of the entire valley from every angle.
There were ten suites in the main building, plus a few small cabins for those wanting more privacy.
With an event space for weddings and other celebrations, the place would be busy.
Like the other inns Mav had built from scratch, I was sure this location would be a hit.
The soft opening was in a few weeks. In the meantime, all the furniture was in. All that remained was staff training and stocking last minute items that were lost in shipping. It looked good and as CEO, I should care.
Right now, I didn’t give a shit. Eve was going to fuck some stranger?
No fucking way.
“I didn’t know we were meeting today,” he said, his brain working through his calendar.
“We’re not. I’m here for Eve,” I said, looking around as I brushed snow off my shoulders. I was impatient. Frustrated. Horny.
Where the fuck was she? No way in hell was she sleeping with some asshole. Yeah, the virginity thing was just a cam room ploy to get a guy’s dick hard–and it fucking worked–but she wasn’t sleeping, or not sleeping, with anyone but me.
I needed to touch her. Lick her. Fuck her good and hard and hear my name coming from her lips so she’d forget whoever the asshole was who’d started sniffing around.
His eyes widened and a slow smile spread across his face. “Oh. Don’t you have Hyport meetings?”
“Yes, but Bradley’s taking them for me. I sent the CEO an email.”
I had, late last night while on the flight to Hunter Valley. I wrote Robert personally, telling him that my bride needed me for a day and that my assistant would fill in. After our little chat in his office, I figured he’d understand.
“The woman at the coffee shop told me she was here.”
When I flew out last night, I’d been thinking with my dick, which wasn’t all that smart at logistics.
I landed after midnight and while I could have texted Eve to find out where the hell she lived so I could show up and fuck the hell out of her, she wouldn’t be awake.
Not a coffee shop owner whose doors opened at six.
When I woke up this morning, I went directly to the shop, but fuck… she wasn’t there.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “She’s stocking the cafe, the storeroom for the restaurant itself, and the coffee stations in each room.”
I sighed. Fucking finally.
“That’s a big contract for her,” I said, impressed.
“Only the best for James Corp. We just finished and I sent everyone else home for the day since the weather is turning to shit. We’re supposed to get a foot before dinner and then another two feet overnight. I hope you weren’t planning on flying out later.”
“I was.”
“You aren’t now. I was waiting for Eve to follow her back to town, but if you’re here, I’ll head out.”
It was time to stake my claim. I’d been kidding myself that I was content fucking her on hard surfaces and then flying off to make business deals. Or just watching and talking with her in the cam room.
She needed to know I was the one who was fucking her from now on. Me and only me. Plus, I was tired of jerking off to a livestream of her on my laptop.
“I’ll keep her safe,” I replied, assuring him so maybe he’d fucking leave already.
“Good.” He pointed behind me. “She’s that way.”
I headed toward the cafe where there was a small service counter and bakery case, both currently bare.
There, facing the wall of shelves, was my woman.
Fucking finally. I’d recognize that ass anywhere.
She had on a thick fuzzy purple sweater, jeans, and shearling boots.
Completely covered because it was fucking cold and snowing…
and she wasn’t on her bed in the cam room with me.
“Eve.”
She spun around, a glass jar filled with coffee beans in her hand. Her face lit up. “Silas. What are you–”
I didn’t give her time to talk further. I’d been across the country staring at her in sexy sweaters reading about being railed by a CEO through my laptop. She was in front of me.
I could touch her.
And kiss her.
So I did.
My naughty, sexy woman whose scent was citrus and coffee and somehow tasted like sweet pastry and sin. Her mouth and her pussy.