Page 68 of Building Romance
I roll my eyes. Right. People change. I’m an idiot.
I dump my half-drunk coffee into the sink and place the mug in the dishwasher. Part of me, the immature part, wants to leave it all out. He does have staff that clean.
I tiptoe into the bedroom and grab my bag from Fletcher’s closet. I’m done playing games. Why wouldn’t he have just told me this? If he’s hiding it from me, he must still be trying to get information from me. I mean, I was trying to get information from him too, but that was before the competition. He was still texting during the competition.
I frown as I consider this, but in the end, I decide I can’t trust him. I take my clothes off hangers and out of the one drawer I’ve been using these last two weeks. I grab my toiletries from the bathroom, and I take one final look at the sleeping Fletcher McDowell. He’s on his back, his perfect abs on full display. I hate that he’s so gorgeous.
I turn on my heels and head out the door and away from this man who I clearly can’t trust. A small part of me feels a pang of guilt. Maybe I should have spoken with him. No, I did teasingly tell him last week that I was trying to find a way to rebrand myself differently than him; so I didn’t lie about looking into his company. Now, I did leave out that little detail about Kasen searching them up, but that’s a small detail.
The memory of last week comes back to me.
“So, how were you planning to leave my business in ruins?” he asks as we lie in bed, facing each other.
I blush. I feel like an idiot. “I was snooping around trying to figure out how you were going to brand, so I could do something different,” I admit.
“Oh, did you figure that out?” he asks, taking a strand of my hair and wrapping it around his finger.
“No, but don’t think I won’t keep trying,” I tease as I poke his chest. He tugs on my hair, and I scoot closer to him.
“We aren’t going to have to worry about that anymore,” he assures me.
“No?” I ask as I press my lips to his.
“No, Tanner. There’s no more competition between us, except in how well we can please each other in bed,” he replies with a laugh and tickles me. “Come here, Hollywood.”
“Why Hollywood?” I question with a grin.
“You’re going to be famous with the show airing. You were a natural behind the camera,” he explains.
I laugh and he rolls me underneath me.
Was his statement about not competing anymore because they have a plan to put me out of business? I scowl at my own stupidity. I shouldn’t have trusted him.
I leave Adriana to close. She’s showing my new employee, Julie, the ropes. I can’t believe I hired another employee.
I wave bye and walk across the street with my bag slung on my shoulder. I look down and see a dozen missed texts from Fletcher.
Fletcher: Where’s your stuff?
Fletcher: You know you can use my washer and dryer.
Fletcher: Cam. What’s going on?
Missed call from Fletcher.
Fletcher: Answer me!
Fletcher: I’m so pissed right now. You better answer me!
Fletcher: Cam, please answer!
Fletcher: ???
Another missed call from Fletcher.
Fletcher: I’m texting Drew.
Fletcher: Can you at least text Drew?
