chapter 23

Harley

As soon as I entered my room, I didn’t want to be there. When we were at reception, I had one of those little daydreams, more like a wish, where Erik would request the best room for us to share and seduce me. Not that he’d have to try very hard.

What would the best room a roadside motel could possibly offer? Maybe the bed vibrates when you put a quarter in?

He’s either a gentleman, not interested, or a day with my crazy family is enough to drive any man away.

That fury I felt in the car from Erik’s regretting last night comes flooding back. His inability to read my mind and get one room for us to share fuels the crazy flame and I make myself even more frustrated by the idea that I keep getting stuck in this cycle. I’m doing this to myself.

Fuck this. I’m going to that bar, and fingers crossed I’ll find a hot guy to bring back to my room and work out some frustration. It’s not like in a committed relationship, I’m a free player. Gre