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“Look, I’m sorry. She shouldn’t have said that. But she’s not wrong that it’s my job to set things straight.”

“Fine. Let me do your job for you and I’ll set shit straight.” I step right into his personal space. I’m so close, his body heat exudes from him. “Gigi was fucking awesome, and your grandfather couldn’t help himself from falling in love with her.Hechose to buy the cabin with her.Hechose to leave it for her after he passed. End of fucking story. If you do this, if you fight for this cabin, I can assure you, you’ll be attempting to undo what your grandfather wanted.”

Hesitation flashes across his eyes and he purses his lips. I’ve been told I can be very persuasive. I’m hopeful it’s working in my favor now. I’ve already lost Gigi; I can’t lose the cabin, too.

“Here’s the thing, we didn’t even know the cabin existed until a few months ago. My granddad didn’t say anything about it in his will, or about your grandmother. It was my great aunt who told us. So that leads us to believe, he had no intentions of leaving it for her. I mean no disrespect, but if she’d meant so much to him, why didn’t they end up together?”

I glare at him even though it’s not warranted. Because he’s not wrong. Why hadn’t they ended up together?

“I don’t know,” I mumble, gazing up at him while confusion swims in my mind.

Nico exhales a loud breath. “I’m sticking to the plan. I’ll meet you out at the cabin the day after Christmas. I wanna see this place that my granddad threw his inheritance into. We’ll talk. I don’t know, see what we can do,” he says, his voice softer than I’ve heard it yet.

He sounds genuine. While his face is chiseled, his expression is delicate. I’m a little buzzed and horny and those two things are not a good combo.

I lift my hand and place my palm against his chest. It molds to the firm muscle underneath the fabric of his shirt. The physical contact causes a sizzle of heat to rush at my entire body.

Leaning into him, I whisper, “Okay. But let’s be clear, I still fucking hate you.”

He takes hold of my wrist before I can back away, lacing his fingers around it tightly, “The feeling is mutual, Kit-Kat.”

The nickname does me in. It’s sexy and turns me on and I’m tempted to tackle him and jump his bones right here, right now. But I restrain the intense craving and force myself to turn around and head for the door, texting Designated Dean for a ride on the way out.

I wasn’t lying. I do hate him. I just wish my hormones would get the memo.

CHAPTER4

Nico

Well merry-fucking-Christmas to me.

I can’t decide if waking up with a hard-as-steel boner on Christmas morning after a night spent bantering with the master temptress, Rosalie Milano, is the best or worst kind of gift.

One thing is for sure, despite the chill in my hotel room, I’m gonna have to push back these covers and handle this. I’m so hard it’s nearly painful as I hobble out of bed in a hurry. The cold hardwood floor beneath my bare feet sends a shiver zinging through my veins on my way to the bathroom.

“It’s fucking freezing in here,” I grumble.

I waste no time in stripping off my boxer briefs and turning on the shower. Not only am I desperate to get warm, but I’m also determined to relieve myself from this uncomfortable hard-on. Reaching one hand into the shower to check the water temperature, I wrap the other around my cock. An instant buzz begins at the base of it, and I exhale as I step into the shower. I center myself right below the flow of the near-scalding water and brace a hand flat against the tiled wall while my other hand goes to town on my dick.

It doesn’t take long for the pent-up sexual frustration to ease. Memories of mine and Rosalie’s conversations from the night before play on repeat in my mind, along with images of her perfect tits in that low-cut sweater. Thoughts of that dirty mouth of hers wrapped around my cock is what finally does it.

Pleasure racks my body and I release a few loud grunts as I stroke my dick firmly and bring myself to completion, the cum surging. As it rinses down the drain, the hot water pelts at my shoulders and my breathing stays quick and heavy. I raise my face to the flow of water and can’t help but feel better and worse at the same time. I still feel horny, still on edge. Masturbating while thinking of Rosalie clearly wasn’t enough.

After I dry off and get dressed it’s obvious the heater in my room isn’t working again. I cross the room and check the thermostat. The reading confirms my suspicion. It’s too cold to stay in this room all day and I’ve got to get food and coffee anyway. I throw on another layer of clothing and my jacket and head downstairs to have the same conversation with the hotel guy that I had last night.

He greets me with a friendly smile. “Good morning, Mr. Moretti, and a Merry Christmas to you, as well.”

I resist an eye roll. “Merry Christmas.”

“Is there something I can do for you?”

“The heater in my room appears to be broken again.”

“Oh dear. I saw to fixing it personally last night. I’m terribly sorry about this. I’ll get our maintenance guy over here right away.” He picks up the phone and puts it to his ear. “It is Christmas though, so it may be a while.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s fine.” But I know my face doesn’t reflect that it’s fine. “Is there somewhere I can go to get a cup of coffee? Or something to eat? Somewhere warm, preferably?”

“You’re in luck, sir. We serve freshly brewed coffee in our lobby, along with muffins and fruit over by the fireplace.” He fans his arm out and I follow the movement.

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