Page 19 of Playful Kris

“This is purely platonic, remember. You’re doing me a favor, I’m doing you a favor. Nothing more.”

“Sure.” I smirk, and her eyes go feral.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find Damon and tell him I’d love to go out with him sometime.” She stares at me a second before she starts to walk off. She probably should go findDamon, but I can’t leave well enough alone.

“Wear emerald,” I say, just loud enough that she can hear from the few feet she’s put in between us. She pauses, looking over her shoulder with a puzzled expression.

“What?”

“Wear emerald. You know it’s my favorite color on you.” I wink, and before I turn away I notice her cheeks beginning to turn that shade I love.

The crowd is growing heavier at the haunted house end of this tiny town, and I’ve parked on the opposite end. I need to get the hell out of Birchwood.

I run a hand over my face the closer I get to my car, wondering if she really did go find Damon and tell him she could go on a date.

Either way, jokes on his ass because she’ll be with me in two weeks for four straight days. I could easily drive up Friday, we don’t actually have plans Thursday like I told her we did, but I wanted more time with her.

If I’m expected to strip in front of this tiny town, then I’m going to get what I want out of the deal too.

Which is an uninterrupted weekend with Kameron.

My car comes into view, just as I’m about to step into the street to cross to where I’m parked something catches my attention.

A woman is loading chairs into the back of an enclosed trailer, and she’s struggling.

I’m a dick when it comes to commitment, but I’m a gentleman when it comes to a woman needing help. I jog over to where she is, and grab a few of the chairs.

“Here, let me help.”

Her eyes snap to mine, and soften when she sees I’ve already taken six in my arms.

“Thank you. I’m not sure where everyone else is.” She shrugs, carrying them into the trailer and standing them against the wall at the front.

“No problem, I was just on my way out.”

“Are you from around here? I’ve never seen you, and working for the Chamber I would have noticed you as much as we work with the public.” Ah. She works with Kameron. She steps out of the trailer as I step in, depositing the chairs I’m carrying next to hers.

“No, I’m a couple hours away.”

“Oh, what brings you to Birchwood? Aside from this amazing event I organized.” She laughs, and I smile.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her about Kameron, but instead I settle for a discreet version. “Met up with a friend.”

“Oh, anyone I know?” She glances over her shoulder at me, but continues to keep grabbing chairs.

“Probably not, she’s not originally from here,” I answer, truthfully.

“Ah. A girlfriend then.” Her expression falls just a little.

This may make me sound cocky, but I’m used to it. When a woman thinks a hot guy they’re somewhat interested in is dating, they drop their hopes a little.

“Definitely not.” I chuckle, just the word girlfriend makes me anxious. “I’m not a dating type of guy.”

Her lips tilt up in a smile. “Well, I’m not a dating type of girl, either.”

That shocks me, the look on my face makes her laugh. “What? Is that shocking?” she asks.

“Yeah, a little bit actually.” I shrug, grabbing another handful of chairs and taking them into the trailer. With me helping, she almost has them all loaded and then just a couple of tables. “Most women are interested in the long-term, serious type thing, you know.”

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