Page 60 of Finding Storm

I shrug. “As long as there’s running water and a comfortable bed, I’m happy.”

She laughs. “Easy to please.”

I rest on my elbows and lean closer. I get a hint of cherries coming off her skin. I smelled it when I was in the truck cab with her earlier. “Some of the time. But definitely not all the time.” I suggestively lift my brow, flirting with her.

Her cheeks go pink, and she looks down at the check-in book. My eyes go to her chest. It’s blushing too.

“I’ll put you in Bayview,” she says without looking at me. “It has the nicest view. Hence the name. Bayview. Obvs.”

I’ve noticed she also rambles when she’s nervous. It’s cute as fuck.

“Sounds good to me.” I straighten up off the desk, giving her space.

“Let me just go get that shirt for you. Give me five minutes.” She disappears off down the hall, and I hear a door open and close.

I wait in the peace, just enjoying it. This place is nice. Homely.

Has the same feel to it as Tru and Jake’s house.

Nope, not going there.

Stevie appears a few minutes later, a black T-shirt in hand.

“I hope this is okay. It was all I could find in Beck’s closet that didn’t have oil stains on it. Although it might, and I just can’t see them.”

I take the shirt from her. “It’s great. Thanks.”

“Let me just grab your room key.” She’s back behind the desk, crouching down behind it. She reappears a moment later with a key in hand. “I’ll show you up to your room.”

I follow her up wide oak stairs, totally staring at her ass. Curvy, grabbable, and absolutely fuckable.

We go up another flight of stairs and down a hallway to a door at the end. She puts the key in and unlocks the door, opening it and letting us in.

I follow her inside.

It’s a nice room. Big, spacey, a lot of light. Huge window. You can see the water from here. There’s a big wooden-framed king-size bed. Looks comfy as hell.

I stifle a yawn at the sight of it.

“Bathroom’s attached,” Stevie says, opening a door, revealing a small bathroom. “Shower, toilet, but no bath.”

“Works for me. I’m not a bath kind of guy.” I drop the shirt on the bed and walk over to the window, looking out.

“Same. I don’t get why people want to lie around in their own filth.” She pulls a disgusted face.

“How dirty are the people you know?” I chuckle.

“I live with two stinky mechanics. What do you think?”

“Good call.”

“So, is the room okay for you? There are others if it’s not.”

I turn to face her, looking away from the view. “It’s perfect.” You’re perfect.

She smiles shyly. Almost like she can read the thoughts in my mind.

“Okay, good. Well, I’ll leave you to get settled.”