Chapter Seven
Preston
Grabbing my car keys the next morning, I opened the front door of the pool house and walked out, only to run into the one woman I wanted to avoid.
“Hey,” she gasped, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She was dressed in a white skirt and a light blue top.
Clenching my teeth, the last thing I needed was to look at her long, tanned legs. But dammit to hell, I couldn’t stop. There’d been a time when I’d wanted those legs wrapped around my waist as I f****d her. “What do you want?” I snapped.
Her face immediately soured. “And here I was trying to be nice.” Huffing, she nodded toward the front of the house. “It’s time to go. We have more auditions to listen to.”
I scoffed. “Correction. You have more auditions to listen to. I have other plans.”
Throwing
