Rural Romance by Alexa Riley
Chapter Eight
Luca
My flight to Houston was early, and I’m exhausted from the lack of sleep last night, but I can’t say I regret a single moment of it. I’ve smiled to myself randomly throughout the morning thinking of Selma and what we did.
There’s part of me that wonders if it was all a dream. When I think about it in flashes it feels that way, but the ache in my cock and the feel of her scratches reminds me of what we shared. Every curve, every touch, all of it was perfection. I can’t think of her without seeing her spread out on the bed, her dark curls a mess and her eyes hooded from pleasure. Fuck, I could rub one out right now, and this is definitely not the place.
“Mr. Cross?”
I blink a few times and remember I’m in the middle of a meeting. Fuck, this is one of the biggest deals I’ve ever brokered, so I need to pay attention. Not thinking about how sweet Selma tasted when she rubbed her pussy on my face. Concentrate.
“Um, yes. The margin for development in the zoning area is correct. The city has already passed the change in code, so we’ll have a smooth transition once the contracts are signed.”
Thank god I know the answer, otherwise this deal might fall through. The company that’s purchasing the large industrial parcel wants to make sure there won’t be any hiccups. I did everything in my power to make it smooth, and today’s the day we seal the deal.
I can probably be on a plane back to Pink Springs in less than two hours. The thought begins to build, and I glance down at my phone wondering why the fuck Selma hasn’t texted me yet.
Getting the hotel to do everything exactly right was all part of my plan. One I had to come up with on the fly when I couldn’t find her fucking cellphone to put my number into it. I tried waking her up several times, even once with my mouth. She woke up just long enough to mumble my name while she came and then passed out into the pillow. I’ve never met such a hard sleeper, and I wonder how many orgasms I could give her while she snoozed. I bite back a smile at the thought and press the heel of my hand to my cock under the table so it doesn’t keep growing.
The hotel was supposed to spell out I miss you in chocolate chips on top of her pancakes and then give her the note I left. I thought she would find it annoying and adorable, but it’s been radio silence. Did we not have a good time last night?
I shake the thought off, because I know we did. We shared something special between us, and there’s no way it was one-sided. Right?
No, it was special and different than anything I’d ever felt before. Not just because my bare cock was in her tight little cunt—
“Mr. Cross?”
I look up and see the entire room looking at me, and I have no clue what they were just talking about. Fuck, I was lost again. I need to pay attention.
“Which page was that again?”
The attorney for the buyer looks agitated, and I probably would be too if the roles were reversed. The mediator goes over what she said one more time, and I give the answers accordingly.
Right now I need everyone in the room happy so we can sign the last of the paperwork and go. But instead we come to the end of the contract, and the attorney closes his brief.
“I think we’d like another day to confer with our client.”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely shocked. “We’ve been over this for weeks now; this was a cursory meeting to obtain signatures.”
“I think it’s in our best interest to review our findings today and then reconvene tomorrow morning. Let’s say nine a.m.?”
I press my lips together tightly instead of telling him the contract today has been the same fucking contract for the past six months. The only thing that’s changed from then to now is me being distracted while they read over it one final time. I could recite the fucking thing in my sleep, but instead of creating more tension, I put on my most charming smile and stand up.
“Absolutely. I’ll be available if you need me before then, as always, but otherwise we’ll meet first thing.”
After we shake hands and everyone has left the board room, I grab the bottle of water in front of me and hurl it against the wall.
Seeing the mess makes me feel marginally better, but it still doesn’t tell me why the fuck Selma hasn’t called me yet. It’s not like I can call her brother, who is on his honeymoon, or call my sister for that matter. The last thing I want to discuss with my baby sister is my sex life.
Maybe I could call Cooper? Although I really don’t want him nosing around in my love life. He’s a fucking hound dog as soon as he gets a scent on something. It makes sense he became the town sheriff.
I search the number for the hotel on my phone because that’s the only thing I can think of. What else am I supposed to do with a whole day to kill in Houston? Tomorrow morning can’t come soon enough, and the second I can get a plane back home, I’m hunting down Selma for some answers.
After a quick call with the hotel staff, they informed me that they took her the breakfast as instructed and she left shortly after. That was all the information they had, and they refused to give me access to the video system. So much for “the customer is always right.”
Not knowing is the worst part, but I’ll get my answers at some point. Until then, I guess I’m just going to jerk off in my hotel room to the memories of last night.
