Page 1 of Final Temptation
Fucking girls’night.
I love my best friend, Paige, to death, but what kind of matchmaker bullshit did she think she was pulling off here? One minute we were having a relaxing girls’ night—full of wine, charcuterie boards, and gossip—and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Myles Cooper’s pick-up truck.
WithCooper Constructionplastered on the side, I could only assume he was using a work truck at the moment. I swear I’d never seen him drive a company vehicle around town before. But that’s neither here nor there.
I was under the impression that Paige’s boyfriend, who also happened to be Myles’ brother, Declan, would drop me off at home. Did my best friend have a death wish? Or did she want to break up the best thing in her life since she started getting dick on the regular? Because after sheaccidentallyswiped right on Myles through my dating app and he showed up as my ride for the night, I didn’t know if I wanted to thank her or strangle her.
Myles Cooper was hands down the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on—there was no way in hell I’d tell him that, though.
If I were forced to take a lie detector test, I’d deny, deny, deny, taking that bit of info to my grave.
Put me on a stand in a courthouse to swear under oath? In front of all my friends and family? You guessed it… I’d definitely lie and risk time in prison.
Dramatic much, Sophie?
His ego was already big enough from all the women he had on speed dial, and I refused to be just another one-night stand.
I hadn’t had a night out in forever and was at least an entire bottle of wine deep at this point.
The devil inside me is beginning to peek through.
I didn’t want my fun to come to an end. Beyond tipsy, I wouldn’t allow myself to be held responsible for where the rest of the evening took me. Even if I did end up remembering the bad choices I made—I could always blame it on the alcohol.
“I got an interesting notification on my phone earlier tonight. You may know a thing or two about it.” His deep voice shook me out of my drunken trance.
My head felt like it was turning toward him in slow motion. Lazily, I looked into his bright blue eyes, my insides secretly melting.
He was so fucking hot.
“And why would I have any clue about what comes up on your phone? Is this about one of your fuck buddies?” My goal was to come off sly, covering up that I knewexactlywhat notification he was talking about.
“That depends. Did you swipe right on me because you want to add your name to my weekly rotation?” His eyes looked me up and down, eating up every inch. Dammit, why did he have to be so good looking?
It’s all the alcohol, Sophie. Imagine his face is full of acne. Yeah, that’s right, and he’s probably terrible in bed.
“Yeah, right. The last thing I need is everyone in Alpine Peak talking about how I was Myles Cooper’s lay of the week.” I scoffed.
“So, if you don’t want to hook up, why did you swipe right? I’m sure you know those apps are typically used for fucking around.” He didn’t want to let this go.
“If you must know, Paige swiped right on your profile when I wasn’t looking.” It sounded like such a cop out, but it was the truth.
“Ah, blaming it on Paige, huh?” His raspy chuckle filled the space between us.
“I swear. Why don’t we talk about how you had already swiped right on me by the time I got around to even seeing your profile? What’s that about?”
HA! There you go, Sophie. Turn it back around on him.
“I love blondes. You’re hot as hell, Sophie. Always have been.” His eyes stared intensely into mine, and the tipsy part of my brain wanted to give in to every single urge surging through my body like a rip tide. I was dying to kiss every sinful word he said straight off his lips.
Fuck, was I just like every other girl? Falling for his smooth one-liners? If I weren’t tipsy, it would be so much easier to shut this shit down. I wouldn’t even be in this situation because I would have been sober and able to drive my ass home.
There was no way I could give him full control of me. But that devil inside me—her name’s Rosé if you must know—wanted to play a little bit. I tugged on my lower lip, twirling a thin strand of my blonde hair on my finger, as I stared rightback into his eyes, trying my best attempt at reading his mind.
“Is this the game you use on all the girls you’re with?”
“It’s not a game, Soph. It’s the truth, I’m just calling it like I see it.”
Soph.
