A Fairbanks Affair (An Odds-Are-Good Standalone Romance, #3) by Katy Regnery

Author:Katy Regnery
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: virgin, Alaska romance, v-card, gigolo, personal ad
Publisher: Katharine Gilliam Regnery
Published: 2019-12-01T16:00:00+00:00

I lift my glass and clink it softly against his. “Yes. I would love to come to dinner tomorrow night.”

Chapter 8

Trevor

The drive from the Chalet Blanche back to my house is almost half an hour, so I have plenty of time to think after I drop her off.

I don’t want to have or develop feelings for Faye Findley.

Tough shit, my heart whispers. Too late.

I don’t know how she’s gotten so far under my skin in three days, but she has. So far, in fact, that I have to seriously reconsider what I’m about to do with Faith Crawford this weekend. I stopped myself from kissing Faye in the distillery because I still feel a sense of obligation to Faith that predates my acquaintance with Faye, but when I said that “bad timing” is something that can be dealt with, I was thinking about canceling on Faith.

God knows how much I want to have sex. And Faith is a prearranged, drama-free, no-strings-attached, guaranteed fling. It couldn’t be easier. It’s a sure-fucking-thing. But—fuck me five ways from Sunday—I don’t think I want to sleep with Faith.

In a twist of fate I never, ever could have imagined, I think I’d rather hold out for Faye Findley.

The language of my ad couldn’t have been clearer: Zero chance of love. So what’s Faye Findley, then? She’s the less-than-zero chance. Because she’s making me feel things that I haven’t felt since those early, precious days with Marlena.

She’s making me feel again.

So what exactly is my responsibility to Faith Crawford?

A live, in-person apology, for sure, and remuneration.

I don’t know where she’s coming from, but presumably, she’s purchased an airline ticket to make the trip. She may or may not have taken time off from work, but I probably should assume she has. I prepaid the five-hundred-dollars-a-night suite at the Chalet Blanche, and I’ll transfer the reservation to her name so that she can stay if she wants to. Additionally, I’ll prepay a thousand dollars at the spa so that she can schedule whatever services she’d like. All in? I probably owe her five thousand dollars in travel and lost wages, in addition to whatever I’ll end up paying the Chalet Blanche. About eight thousand dollars.

It’s a large amount of money, but not beyond my means.

And something tells me that it’ll be the easiest check I ever wrote.

That said, showing up at the Chalet Blanche on Friday night to cancel our plans in person is going to suck. But once I do? I’m free. I’ll be free to do whatever I like with Faye Findley.

Not that she’s left anything on the table. I grunt in frustration, recalling both her offer to be friends and her assertion that we have no possible future.

And both piss...me...off.

But Faye Findley doesn’t know yet that I’m a man who appreciates a challenge. That, and I’m just as driven as she is. When I see something I want, I figure out how to make it mine. And what I want...is her.

***

I shower, shave, and

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