Page 21 of I Want You

That’s when we heard it.

The engineers were trying to free us.

We pushed away from each other, panting, and not able to look at each other. The doors were opened and a man helped us to the second floor. Mattie slid out first, and she stood behind him like a lost puppy as he helped me down.

“Sorry about this,” he said. “We’ll get to work on it now.”

“I’ll take the stairs,” I told him. I moved over to Mattie and leant in to whisper. “If you want to continue, and I know you do, I’m in bungalow 3.”

I didn’t wait for a reply, I moved away from her, and through the door to the stairs. Taking them quickly, I all but ran through the foyer and toward my bungalow.

I was thrilled at the prospect of her coming to see me to continue but also terrified she would tell Mara and I’d be the laughing stock of the conference.

But what if she came to the bungalow.

What if she chose a night of passion?

Maybe that would be worth it all.

MATTIE

My lips were still tingling from Genevieve’s brash kiss in the elevator. My cheeks were hot. I could only imagine how red they would be so I headed back to my hotel room to pace.

She invited me to her bungalow.

But I hated her.

Yet, my body had been betraying me in the elevator. If the engineer hadn’t come, who knew what would have happened. I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop her. My pussy was still throbbing from the interaction and every time I thought of actually going to the bungalow, it throbbed a little more.

I hadn’t had sex in three years and I sure as hell hadn’t had sex with a woman and yet, I was really considering. She was my enemy, the very woman who destroyed my happily ever after but something was pulling me to her.

Part of me was screaming to stay away from her, and a big part of me was wanting to run to the bungalow to continue what we started in the lift.

Fuck it.

If Scott could do it, so could I.

I grabbed my jacket and I headed over to the bungalow, my mind still at odds with itself. I located the big number 3 on the side of the bungalow and marveled at the inclusions to paying an exorbitant amount to stay in these damn things. It made sense now.

My hand raised before I realized it had even balled into a fist and knocked on the door. The door opened and I looked upon the women who haunted my dreams in both good and bad ways, but mostly in confusing ways. She had pulled her hair down so it hung over her shoulders in cascading waves.

“Come in,” she said with a smile. Nervously, I stepped up the two steps and passed her into the bungalow. It was a beautiful cabin-like room with a large bed in the center.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted to her in a moment of weakness. “I don’t know why I’m here. I’ve never…with a girl, I mean.”

“It’s okay,” she said, reassuringly. “I was like that too until I felt the pull and then it was confusing but it doesn’t have to be like that with us. It can just be enough to get this tension away.”

“I’d like that,” I admitted. “It’s exhausting hating someone.”

Gen nodded. “I agree.”

“Genevieve—”

“Gen,” she corrected. “No one calls me that.”

“Sorry, it’s the only thing I’ve known you as. Gen.”

I liked the way it sounded when I called her that. Putting that feeling past me, I tried to get out what I was thinking again.

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