“Fred insisted we stay.” I note the direction in Fred’s text. He wants us to stay and while my opportunity to discuss our deal is gone, the next best thing to gaining his support would be to honor his request. It will be a reason to follow up with him next week. “They had meals prepared and staff is here.”

“Okay,” Chloe says simply.

Now, not only am I losing the opportunity to talk with Fred, but I’m stuck in the Hamptons with Chloe. And the dog.

We file out of the car while Marcus pulls our bags from the trunk and Fred’s housekeeper, Lucy, shows us inside.

“Here is the room I’ve prepared for you. I hope you find everything to your liking,” she says, leading the way into a large master suite. It’s nautical-themed. Paintings of boats. Anchor and rope wall décor. Navy and white bedding. There’s even a dog bed on the floor next to the window.

Chloe was right, Fred was elated to hear that we had a dog. I failed to mention that he’s temporary, but none of it will matter in the end.

Chloe sets her bag down on the striped bench at the foot of the bed.

“It’s lovely. Thank you.”

She sets Baxter down and he starts sniffing around the room.

“If you need anything, please let me know. Dinner will be served at seven.”

“Thank you.” I nod at Lucy on her way out of the room.

“Pretty nice, right?” Chloe opens her suitcase and starts to unpack.

“Sure.” I do the same, doing my best not to notice the lace underwear that she accidentally drops on the floor before swooping in like a hawk to grab them. Her cheeks flush with color and my dick twitches.

I already know what the underwear looks like. They were on the emailed invoice I received from the department store that Bea purchased them from, and I looked them up online just to torture myself.

“Do you want top or bottom?” Chloe asks.

My mind immediately flashes with an image of Chloe beneath me. Her fiery red hair spilling over the pillow. Definitely top, although I would love to see her tits bounce while she rides me. It really shouldn’t be an either or.

I clear my throat and the image from my head. “Excuse me?”

“Drawers.” I turn to find her pointing at the chest of drawers. “Top, right? Since you’re taller,” she mumbles and that crimson flush reaches her temples.

Also, the sundress that she’s wearing is driving me fucking crazy. It accentuates her full breasts and her trim waist. The blue dress with tiny white flowers is far from erotic, but it still manages to stir my dick to life. When Chloe bends over to zip her suitcase, I inwardly groan.