Page 32 of Wild For You

Chapter Ten

Cash

Idon’t trustmany people. I can count the number on one hand. My brothers, Kellan and Ryder, are two of them.

Doesn’t mean I don’t hate their guts right now.

Expecting my family to respect my privacy and need for solitude is too much to ask, which is probably why I moved away from Montana in the first place. Buried in my office, I only hear the turmoil of chatter and laughter when it’s too late to slam the door in my visitors’ faces.

I draw the curtains and head out through the secret door connecting the office with the walk-in closet in my bedroom. While my business ventures don’t involve any criminal activities, some of the people I deal with aren’t so transparent.

For that reason, I came up with the idea of hiding my private office from plain view and anyone who would want to rummage through my contacts, contracts, and receipts.

To the unaware, the door looks like an ordinary mirror. In the early remodelling stages of my home, the office was supposed to be turned into a panic room. Not that you’d ever need a panic room in Montana, but in my job, I deal with shady figures on a daily basis, so I figured it might not be such a bad idea.

Now, with my family grating on my nerves, and visitors coming unannounced all the time, the panic room has been turned into an office with a couch, refrigerator, and my very own microwave—just in case I need my privacy from the world for a while.

The real panic room is underground, and features nowhere in the remodelling plans.

Not that anyone but my close family and friends know where I live.

And now Erin.

I grimace. Just thinking her name causes a sudden stir inside my pants, which I attribute to my dick’s lack of action and her being female. She is bestowed with a great pair of tits that she likes to hide behind the most unflattering work attire I’ve ever seen. And she has the most gorgeous lips I’ve ever kissed—soft and full.

She caught me off guard when she left my bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her. That kissing her would turn me on came as no surprise. What surprised me was the fact that, for a moment, she took the lead, as though she wanted more but didn’t dare go for it.

I can be a total asshole when I’m sexually frustrated—and I’ve rarely been frustrated in my life. There’s something about her that drives me mad and unable to think about anything but her, her body, her scent, her taste.

I want to blame it all on the accident and the subsequent lack of action between the sheets, but the truth is, I’ve lived a monk’s life for the past few months. Abstaining was bearable.

Since Erin’s arrival, abstinence has become no longer an option. She’s someone I’d rather hear moaning my name in ecstasy than have her look at me with pity in her eyes. Combine that with the fact that I’ve never needed help from anybody, and particularly not from someone like her, and it’s an explosive blend that’s turned me into a walking rod of anger since her arrival.

The last few days, I made it my priority to avoid her while getting a good look at her whenever she ventured into the backyard. She seems to have developed a routine: search the veranda while calling my name a few times, then sit down on the stairs to type a few text messages, her whole body rigid with what I’m pretty sure is anger.

I don’t know whether she’s angry with me or the person she’s communicating with. But either way, her anger doesn’t distract from just how beautiful she looks in the bright sunlight, with her head bowed, unaware of the fact that she isn’t alone.

I’ve been wondering whether she always kisses her patients, or whether I’m the exception to the rule. While the former wouldn’t particularly please me, I want to repeat the experience.

“Cash. Get your sorry ass out here.” My brother’s voice reaches me a moment before he pounds against the door. If he keeps at it for another minute, I’ll be sending him the bill for replacing the wood with steel.

“Kellan,” I mutter and open the door, stifling the need to punch him in the face. Yeah, that’s what family does to you.

I head outside, making sure to close and lock the door behind me. Not that it’s necessary. My brothers are the only ones who know of my panic room which is also my very own private space.

That’s when I hear the chatter of voices and realize Kellan’s brought the whole troop with him.

Needless to say, I’m not pleased.

“There you are. What the heck are you doing in there when you should be out here, celebrating?” Kellan points behind me with the leering grin of someone who wouldn’t be surprised to find three chicks spread out naked on my bed.

“What exactly are we celebrating?”

He cocks his head. “Dude, don’t you know what day it is today?”

“No. Why don’t you enlighten me?”

His lips twitch. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday?”

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