Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Mamá,” Camilo says. “What did you do?”
She hugs him and then hugs me. “What was necessary.”
“But this is your home,” he murmurs. “You built this place.”
“It’s still my home. Sheridan made sure of it.” She grabs his hand and tugs. “Come inside and let us show you what we’re doing to the restaurant.”
When we enter, Linda waves. I learned that she doesn’t speak because her ex-husband punched her in the throat. It was the last straw before she left him for good. Rosita spilled that one late night. Rosita knows everything about everyone. You can guarantee I pulled out every childhood story about Camilo that I could get from her.
Rosita drags Camilo around and shows him different swatches of colors and tiles Damian brought by. I make my way into the kitchen to talk to my newest bestie.
“Dulce niña, ¿tienes hambre?”
I am working on my Spanish, but all I pick out is sweet girl since that’s what he calls me all the time.
“Got anything good for me to eat?” I ask, peeking around him.
“The best for the best.” He winks at me and then starts piling things onto a plate. “I will always have food for you.”
I grin at him as I take the plate and then sit down on a barstool. We have things on order that will make cooking a lot easier for him. I made sure to let him pick it all out since I know nothing about industrial-sized appliances and kitchen cookware. I pick up what looks like a taquito and take a bite. It’s spicy but so good.
“Eduardo,” I groan. “This is heavenly.”
He chuckles and turns back to the stove. At one time I’d been grossed out by how sweaty he gets when he works. But he can’t help it. He’s passionate about cooking and this kitchen isn’t well ventilated. I’m definitely hooking him up with a better air conditioner during the remodel.
“¡Cuervo!” Eduardo booms when Camilo steps into the kitchen. “My boy.”
He pulls Camilo to him for a big hug before releasing him. Then, he starts piling food on a plate. Camilo smirks at me before accepting the plate and sitting beside me. Rosita comes into the kitchen to dance with Eduardo to whatever song is playing on the radio nearby.
Camilo frowns, glancing at me. He’ll soon see that Rosita has removed the stick out of her ass—which I’m pretty sure was stress related—and is a much happier woman. She’s practically giddy at all of the changes this hotel is undergoing.
“You’ve been busy,” Camilo says.
“I had to keep my mind off things.”
He frowns. “Sher…”
“About that bet, bird boy.” I take a bite of a yummy taco. “Eat fast if you want to win it. Otherwise, if I win, I’ll put you on demo duty with Mateo and Nicolás.”
I’ve never seen a man devour his food so quickly.
Guess it looks like he’ll win.
I’ll be naked and beneath him within the hour.
Sometimes losing isn’t so bad.
Chapter 28
Camilo
We walk up to my villa and I arch a brow at her. I can’t help but feel proud of all she’s done to Mamá’s hotel. All she plans to do. I’ve never seen Mamá so happy. She smiled and not just for me or for Eduardo, but for Sheridan as well.
“You stole my house?”
She scoffs. “I bought your house. It was a packaged deal.”
I can’t even be mad at her because she’s so damn beautiful. When we walk inside, my eyes bug out of my head. All of my things remain. Pictures of my parents and me when I was a kid. Airplane décor randomly scattered through the two-room villa. Every single thing I left remains.
But it’s been added to.
A bookshelf full of books. Some girly throw pillows. Even a desk with a sleek MacBook Pro sitting on top and a trendy lamp.
Sheridan shrugs her shoulders and gestures to my space—our space. “If you don’t find this ideal, I can always have one of your cousins move your things to another villa.”
I come up behind her and hug her, kissing the top of her head. “Having all your stuff mixed with mine? Can’t say I hate the idea, abejita.”
She turns in my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her closer to me so we’re smashed up against one another. At first, her kiss is tentative. Explorative and unsure. I let her have her fill as I grip her nice ass. All it takes is one nibble of her teeth on my bottom lip to have me losing control. I lift her up so I can carry her. Her legs wrap around my waist. Neither of us loses stride in our kiss.
We make it to my bed—our bed—and I drop her onto it. She shoots me a venomous look, but I’m not intimidated by the mean Sheridan Reid. Not when she looks so fucking hot with her dress pushed up her thighs revealing a lacy pair of pink panties to me.