Make Me Beg (The Men of Gold Mountain) by Rebecca Brooks

Author:Rebecca Brooks [Brooks, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Brazen, Entangled, contemporary romance, Romance, sexy, erotic, opposites attract, enemies to lovers, coworkers, playboy, food, Washington
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Brazen)
Published: 2017-03-20T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Mack peeled out of the parking lot and onto the road. Her legs felt like jelly, her heart hammering from the fight, the sex, the mess of emotions boiling within.

She didn’t know where she was headed, just that she had to get away before Connor could confuse her any more. She reached for her phone and called Abbi at work.

“Weekend in Bellingham,” she said. “I’m driving. You in?”

“Sounds awesome!” Abbi chirped. “When are you thinking?”

“I’ll pick you up Friday at five.”

“Wait—you mean this weekend?”

“It’s this restaurant stuff,” Mack explained. “I need a break from meetings. I’m losing my mind.”

“I would, but I already told Connor I was coming for brunch on Saturday. Didn’t you say you were going to be there?”

“Shit.” Mack could have kicked herself. He’d invited everyone ages ago, before anything started between them. “I forgot. Why did I agree to that again?”

“Because you love French toast and want to see the rest of your friends?”

“I guess that qualifies. But can we go for the night? We don’t have to stay late. I just want to get out of here for a little bit. Please?”

Abbi may have found it strange Mack wanted to drive that far for dinner and a drink, but as Mack suspected, she wasn’t about to say no to a night out. Only the promise of their escape got Mack through the rest of the week.

…

The work was endless. The foreman said he could wait before making the sign for outside, but they still had to finalize the layout, and Sam’s design team needed time to source materials and come up with a plan—plus the menus and the logo needed a name, an image, a feel.

Mack rushed out after every meeting, making sure never to find herself alone with Connor. But that didn’t make it easier. By the end of the week, she was grateful for plans that had nothing to do with restaurants, renovations, or men.

She might have gone a little overboard, though. When Abbi got in the car, she raised an eyebrow approvingly.

“Damn, sweet pea. What’s gotten into you?”

Mack reddened—which thankfully Abbi took as a reaction to her clothes and not because the literal answer to that, Connor Branding, made her flush to her toes. She was wearing a tight black dress with killer boots and rich, smoky eyes, her hair straight and sleek around her face. She had to admit, she felt good. She needed this: a chance to step back from the swirl of emotions within her and breathe.

The bar had been a mistake. The lake was an afternoon that got out of hand. The phone—well, it was late. And since they weren’t in person, she was tempted to say it didn’t count. The parking lot was where it really felt like the line was thick, clear, and blindingly obvious—Mack could see it because she was waving at it from far beyond the other side. Could she seriously no longer keep her clothes on because a tall guy with lickable abs pressed her against a car and said now?

It would be one thing if he were her boyfriend.

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