Daire St. Denis - Wild Seduction

“So...you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend for the whole weekend, is that it?”

She blinked rapidly a few times. “Maybe.”

Colton smiled. He couldn’t help it. The woman was a weird combination of pissed off, turned on and a little scared all at the same time. The confusion flitted right across her ordinary features. Which was satisfying in a degenerate sort of way.

As much as he was enjoying himself, he wasn’t a complete jackass. He eased back a smidge. “So, you want to hire me? Is that it? Like a cowboy gigolo?”

“Yes...no,” she quickly corrected. “I’m just asking if you’ll do it.” She paused to swallow. “You know. Pretend we’re together. That’s all.”

“So, pretend, huh? What exactly does that mean?”

“Well, I’ll be at the rodeo and fairgrounds tomorrow, taking pictures. So, if I run into you, you act like my boyfriend.”

“Uh-huh.”

She waved a flustered hand between them. “And we don’t have to do any more kissing, if you don’t want.”

Colton rubbed his jaw. “Seems like the kissing part is one of the perks.”

“Okay, well...” She shrugged. “A little, then.” She cleared her throat. “And then tomorrow night, I’ll be here again, so if you happen to be here, same thing.”

“Right. And then?”

She downright gnawed on her lip. “And then...there’s the formal on Saturday night. I’m supposed to be there taking pictures. I assume you’ll be there, too.”

The truth was, he hadn’t planned on going. He’d never gone to Half Moon High because his parents had moved after his and Dillon’s oldest brother died. But Colton wasn’t about to tell Ashley that. He had a warped need to hear where this was heading.

“Yeah, I’m going,” he said.

“So...we go together. That’s it. That’ll be the end of it, I promise. We could even have a big blowup and break up by the end of the night.” Her eyes lit up with a bit of fire and not of the angry kind. Like the thought of breaking up with him gave her pleasure.

Huh.

“So, you get what you want—a boyfriend. What do I get out of this?”

“I’ll cover your pub tab for the weekend.” A cringe flashed across her face...and then it was gone. Interesting. Colton considered her offer, but there was obviously something about it that bothered her. That was fine, he had other ideas, too. “I think the payment needs to suit the job, don’t you?”

She got a cute little wrinkle in between her brows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the tab’s fine for tonight. But what about tomorrow?”

“Umm...more beer?”

“I don’t like to drink much when I’m competing.”

“What then?”

Colton rubbed the back of his neck, and a slow smile inched across his face as he gazed down at her. “You have to do whatever I say.”

“What? No.”

“No?”

“Well, like what kinds of things?”

He leaned right in. “Haven’t decided yet. But I’m sure I can think of something.”

“Well, it can’t be too crazy.” She swallowed. “Or illegal.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it, I promise.”

Her eyes narrowed as she regarded him. She chewed on one side of her lower lip and then the other. “I don’t know...”

“Hey.” He stepped back, holding up his hands. “You’re the one who needs the boyfriend. I don’t need a girlfriend.” Don’t want one, in fact, he almost said. “You don’t like my terms? Find another stooge to play the part.”

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her back, which brought the top of her head to right below his chin. God, she was just a little thing.

“You’re right. Beggars can’t be choosers. So, it looks like you’re it.”

Huh. That sounded suspiciously like an insult.

“I agree to your terms.” She thrust her hand forward to shake.

He took it, and she pumped once before quickly releasing it. She pushed away from the wall and strode toward the back entrance without so much as a backward glance in his direction, as if she had complete control of this situation.

Colton grinned in the darkness because there was a certain amount of perverse pleasure to be found in playing this game with this woman. She thought she knew what was what. Well, he’d show her, and by the end of a pretend relationship with him, she wouldn’t know what hit her.

3

THE BAR HAD finally cleared out, and the Ozark girls were busy cleaning up and counting receipts. Because of the two-hour time difference between Chicago and Montana, Jazz had faded around midnight, and Ashley had forced her to go up to her room at the hotel and go to bed. “We’ll catch up tomorrow,” she’d assured her before Jasmine left.

The back door banged, and Ash, Beth and the twins looked up. Brandi came striding in, her hair mussed, her lipstick smeared, an unrepentant look on her face.

“Where the hell have you been?” Beth asked, hands on her hips.

“Saying good-night to an old friend.” Brandi dumped her apron on the bar, giving Beth a withering look from beneath her lash extensions. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“We’d all like to get out of here tonight, so, yeah, it is my business.”

“Seems to me that the one you should be worrying about is our precious youngest sister.” Brandi narrowed her gaze at Ash, and Ashley’s stomach cinched. She knew where this was going.

“What the hell are you doing with Colton Cross?”

“We’ve been seeing each other.”

“Since when?”

“Since a while ago. We just—I just didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not going to be here much longer, and I didn’t think it was anyone’s business and...”

“She’s just using him for sex,” Beth said, ever the helpful older sister.

“You’re sleeping with Colton Cross?” Zoe asked, glancing at Chloe, asking silently whether she knew about this.”

Before Ash could answer, Brandi spoke up. “As if she’s having sex with him.”

Ash propped her fists on her hips. “Of course I am.”

“Right.” Brandi stuck her elbows on the bar and leaned close. “Tell me about it.”

Glancing from Brandi to the twins, then to Beth, Ash said, “No. It’s none of your business.”

Brandi shrugged and went back to counting her money. “Because you’re not doing it. I can tell when someone’s getting some. You—my uptight little sister—are not getting any.”

“You’re disgusting,” Beth said. “Mom and Dad sure dropped the ball on the class gene when they had you.”

Brandi ignored Beth—as usual—and poked Ash in the shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re up to, or why, but as far as I’m concerned, Colton Cross is still fair game.”

“Oh, my God. You’re jealous,” Beth said, throwing her arms up in outrage. “You think you’re the only one who can attract a man around here? Seriously, Brandi. Just because Ash doesn’t dress like a tramp, she’s just as pretty as you. Plus, she’s way nicer.”

“Yep,” Chloe concurred. “Way nicer.”

Ashley appreciated the support, but what she really wanted to do right now was change the subject, finish cashing out and get home to bed.

“Oh, what a surprise. Everyone gang up on me and defend poor Ashley.”

“You’ve just been outside with someone, doing who-the-hell-knows-what, and now you’re moving in on Ashley’s guy?” Beth shook her head, muttering obscenities beneath her breath.

The perpetual fights between her two older sisters was reason number 4,392 for why she needed to get out of Half Moon. Her family drove her bananas, and as long as she stayed, it would be high school forever.

Drumming her hands along the bar top, Ash said, “I’m done and I’m out of here.” She grabbed her camera and purse from beneath the bar and waved to her bickering sisters. “Night, all.”