Blazing Bedtime Stories, Volume VIII: The Cowboy Who Never Grew Up

He grinned and reached around to pat her on the ass cheek.

The sudden motion jolted her from the daze of the passionate kiss and she came to her senses. “Are you going to sign the papers now?” she managed to say with stiff lips.

“Can’t.” He shook his head, staring down at the contracts which had landed in a puddle of water at his feet. “I’m afraid they’re ruined.” And then he waltzed past her and headed for the adjoining bedroom. “On the bright side, we’ve got a hell of a party ahead of us so the night isn’t a complete bust.”

The slam of a door punctuated his words and she was left standing in the steamy bathroom, staring at the soggy papers on the floor.

A party?

Did he really think a party was even in the realm of possibility with her future hanging in the balance?

That would have been her father’s solution for just such a problem. He never worried too much about anything. Instead, he would have hit the nearest bar to show the world that no matter what the breaks, he was still baseball’s favorite rowdy boy.

No way was she waltzing outside to watch Pete and his cretin friends feed the rumor mill that already surrounded them. She was a professional and it was high time she started acting like one. He’d toyed with her enough and no wonder. Every time he looked at her, she forgot all about her job and morphed into another one of the countless buckle bunnies who melted at the first touch.

Distance. That’s what she needed.

She needed to get on her cell, have another contract sent out ASAP, and then call a cab. She would check herself into the nearest motel and wait him out. He had to sign eventually.

And if he didn’t?

She forced aside the thought. He would. However wild and reckless, he hadn’t made it to the top of the PBR heap by being stupid. The deal was a good move, particularly since she knew beyond a doubt that Pete wasn’t as young and wild as he wanted everyone to think.

As young and wild as he wanted to think.

She’d seen the flash in his eyes when she’d called him out. She’d hit a nerve, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He would. He was taking a beating and it was just a matter of time before it caught up to him.

In the meantime, she was going to establish some boundaries and show Pete Gunner that at least one of them could behave responsibly. And she wasn’t—repeat was not—going to think about his kiss and the fact that she’d liked it a lot more than she should have.

She’d seen too many women fall for her father and get their hearts broken as a result.

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