Page 19 of Curvy Cabin Fever
“Here’s your coffee, Grumpy.” I push it forward, and he snatches it greedily, grunting his appreciation. “How did you sleep?”
Rhett swallows his coffee before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his blue eyes narrowing at me.
Most people are scared of Rhett Callahan, but not me. I’d ride him like a bucking bull.
“Is that a joke, Morgan?”
I chuckle and snap the lid off my water, eyes locking onto his as I lift it to my lips. Like he always does, he watches, his eyes on my mouth as I swallow slowly. It’s moments like these that I savor the most. Where Rhett openly looks at me like I’m someone he’d take to bed. Like he wants me.
“Nope,” I say, popping the P.
Rhett looks away, and my spirits fall, as always, when he stops checking me out.
“You heard them, right?”
Rhett says nothing as he sips his coffee, staring dead ahead.
“Come on, Rhett, tell me you didn’t think that was hot.” I push his buttons, knowing that the last thing Rhett wants to do is talk about Damien and Aria. “She’s so hot, man. Those curves… Lucky Damien. Just saying.”
Rhett remains silent, and I can’t help but throw something else into the mix because why not?
“You know, you could’ve come to my room if you couldn’t sleep. We could’ve made our own noises.” I grin at him, but he simply lifts his gaze to mine and sighs.
“Morgan.”
“Yes, Rhett?”
“Knock it off,” Rhett snaps, irritation lacing his tone.
“You remind me of Ryan.” I drain the water bottle, letting my petty remark hang. “He was always grumpy as fuck in the mornings, but it was nothing a blow job couldn’t sort out.”
Rhett stiffens.
I wait, wondering why I insist on poking the beast. It’s only going to end in heartbreak; we’ve been friends all these years, and nothing haseverhappened.
“Ryan?” he grits out, tightening his grip on his coffee mug.
“I forgot—you didn’t like him.” I pause and let my words sink in. “But then, you don’t like any guy I fuck.”
Mic drop.
Rhett shifts in his seat, his jaw tightens, and hope blossoms in my chest when he says, “You always pick the wrong guys.”
There it is again. He’s irritated because we’re discussing me and other men. He doesn’t get like this about women.
Just then, a door clicks quietly down the hall, and Rhett and I exchange a look that says this conversation is over.
I sigh and toss my empty bottle in the recycling can, wondering if I’ll be alone with Rhett again today. Not that it matters—he is a hard nut to crack, and I really should let him go.
I just can’t.
“Morning,” a soft, feminine voice greets, commanding my attention away from the hulk of a grump before me.
“Aria,” I say with a wink. “How did you sleep? If you did?” I can’t help but tease her, and the poor girl flushes.
Her swollen lips and that ‘just fucked’ glow are enough to make me jealous.
“Not gonna lie…hearing you last night? Kinda got me going.”
