Just for the Summer (Chasing Carolina #0.5) (21 page)

As the seconds pass, I grow more annoyed at Jarod’s unanswered page. I pour another drink. Tipping back the second glass, the faint sound of a creaking door alerts me that someone is coming. Finally. The beast within me ignites and begs to be let loose, but I stow the growling–the urges that prowl within me are powerless as long as I stay in control. My eyes dart from the screen sitting in front of me as I sharply whip my head to the door. Glaring into the dimly lit room, I’m greeted with the silhouette of a body.

“Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” Jarod asks from the door’s threshold, appearing unbothered by my agitated state.

As irritated as I am at Jarod for taking his sweet time, I’m more irritated at myself. I know what my body longs for, what I’m craving in this very moment, and I know the only way to make these feelings disappear is for me to give in to them. Being locked up like an animal has put a giant kink in my normally eccentric sexual tendencies, but I’ve found other ways to lure women into my home and my bed. I open my mouth to speak, a calmness seeps out of my parted lips. “Please invite a guest for dinner.” A devilish grin spreads across my face.

Jarod nods his head and raises his hand to grip the side of the wooden door. I watch as he silently takes a step backward into the hallway and prepares to shut me alone in the obscurity once again.

“Wait.” My voice sounds stern, demanding, and unyielding. Cocking his neck to the side, Jarod halts. “I want someone new, younger, brunette, and innocent. Make it fast too. I’ve been stressed and need to unwind.”

I watch as his Adam’s apple moves up and down as he swallows and gestures okay with a bob of his head, and then he turns to shut the door. He’s probably thinking too hard about my request if I had to guess. I’ve never asked for a brunette before. That’s usually his type of woman.