Page 22 of Wright Together

I would be trapped in a room, alone with Eve Houston all night.

“It’s one night,” she said with a gleam of challenge in her eyes. “I’m game if you are.”

I’d never been able to back down from a challenge. Was it insane to be alone with her when I could barely control myself in her presence? I’d wantedmoredistance between her and my needy cock. Not less.

And yet I found myself nodding. I could do this. What was one night in the grand scheme of things?

“Fine,” I said with a nod. “We’ll take it.”

8

Eve

The hotel situation was fresh in my mind through our meeting with the Kings. We hadn’t reconciled what to do about the one king bed in the room. We’d had enough time to throw our stuff upstairs, change, and head over to meet Malcolm King. Neither of us had even glanced at the bed. And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It didn’t help that Whitt had barely looked at me since. What was he thinking about all of it? Not that we’d had time to talk about it while we were surveying the different locations. I gave my opinion on the different acreage based on my experience in real estate as well as living in Midland. We drove behind Malcolm King’s pickup truck to the different sites. I wasn’t sure if he had noticed anything strange between me and Whitt, but everything I knew about him said that he was observant, brilliant, and intimidating. I’d been friends with his younger brother, Nate, who was more on the brash, jokester, and wild spectrum. I was glad that Malcolm didn’t remember me. It was easier this way.

“Thanks for your time,” Whitt said, shaking Malcolm’s hand.

“No, thank you. Coming down on a Friday afternoon on a rodeo weekend is a lot,” he said with a grin. “I appreciate your expertise. Think this will be a great step forward.”

He shook my hand next. “Thank you, Eve.”

“Our pleasure. Let us know if there’s anything else you need from us.”

“I will do that.” He furrowed his brow as he released my hand. “You look familiar. You said you were from here?”

So much for not remembering me.

“Uh, yeah. I went to school with Nate.”

Malcolm’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh.”

“Not like that!” I said quickly.

“Not like what?” Whitt asked. His jaw clenched.

Malcolm and I exchanged a look and then laughed.

“My brother has…dated a lot.”

“That’s putting it mildly. He’s a total womanizer,” I told Whitt. “He even dated Blaire for a bit before she and Campbell got together.”

“Really?” Whitt asked. “That must have been before my time.”

“It was.”

“And you and Nate were just friends?” Malcolm asked dubiously.

“I was not one of his conquests,” I assured him. “Ask him about Eve Houston. He’ll tell you.”

“Good to hear that some women have some sense,” Malcolm said.

“Taste,” I corrected with a wink.

Malcolm laughed harder at that. I could see why all the girls had gone wild for him in school. He was several years older than us and the starting quarterback that took our high school to state. He had been every girl’s Friday Night Lights dream.

My eyes slid to Whitt, who had stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. He was watching our interaction very closely. Almost like he was interested in what was going on. Or even…jealous?