Chapter 4

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Journee

“Excuse me?” The huge, sexy mountain man asks, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Which, to be honest, maybe I have.

“I’d like to buy your cabin. I’m willing to pay whatever you want for it.” I hold my breath waiting for his answer.

“What if it’s not money I want?” His reply catches me off guard.

How far am I willing to go to get this cabin?

Deciding to call his bluff, I scoot closer to him until our knees are touching and say, “I’ll give you whatever you want.” I’ve never played the seductress before, but the way his eyes widen and his nostrils flare, I know I’m affecting him. “What do you have in mind?” I say pressing my luck.

“Get dressed.” He stands so quickly that I lean back in surprise, helplessly staring up at him as he hovers over me.

I don’t hate it, unlike how I felt whenever Edward was near me.

“I’ll make us some breakfast, then we can talk about how far you’re willing to go for this place.

” His heated stare burns into me, sending an intense throbbing between my legs, like when I read the sex scenes in Jenna’s romance novels.

He’s so big and muscular, unlike Edward. Just being this close to True makes me want to curl up in his lap and run my fingers through the crisp brown chest hair peeking out of his shirt. I bet it’s thick and soft, just like the Three Bears—just like Papa Bear.

“O-okay.” I stutter, still thinking about touching his chest. “I’ll be right out.”

He continues to stand over me, and I can’t help but think he wants to stay and watch me change my clothes, which causes an even stronger pulse between my thighs.

What is wrong with me? I’ve only just met True, and I’m already imagining things I shouldn’t be imagining him doing to me. Damn Jenna’s romance novels.

With a nod, he walks out of the bedroom, leaving me with my fantasies of him running through my body.

I change quickly, taking extra care to comb my hair until my curls shine, and grab the sexiest outfit I packed—a pair of denim cut-off shorts that show off my wide hips and tiny waist, and a tight T-shirt that hugs my breasts.

Before leaving the bedroom, I say a silent prayer that this sexy mountain man likes curvy women like me.

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