Chapter 11

Bre quickly changed into comfortable white shorts and a yellow top while Aimee filled her in on some of the finer details of everything that happened last night, before she found out that Logan was a lying, cheating bastard. From the sound of it, Aimee had just as wild and crazy of a night as Bre did. And it turned out that Collin hadn’t been lying about Logan’s moose-dick. Why on earth Collin knew about it was beyond her, she just hoped there was a good story to go along with it.

When it was Bre’s turn to share, she conveniently left out the part where she initially tried to sleep alone only to give in to her carnal desire to have Collin inside of her again. Bre was usually pretty open with her sexual escapades, but she was allowed to keep a few details to herself every now and then. Aimee didn’t need to know everything. And, besides, there were plenty of other juicy parts to share. Very juicy parts.

“You actually orgasmed all over the bed?” Aimee said, surprised.

“Keep your voice down! Not everyone needs to know about it.”

It was already bad enough knowing that word would get around the entire house staff as soon as they did the laundry. She just hoped she would be back in New York City before that happened.

“What did it feel like?” Aimee asked, lowering her voice.

“It was just a huge… relief. It made me feel like I’ve been holding back every other time I’ve gotten off.”

Aimee bit her lip and marveled at Bre.

“If he’s that good you might have to keep him around…”

“Slow down, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is just a weekend fling.”

“Does he know that?”

Bre nodded.

“He’s onboard. We made it very clear before anything happened last night.”

Well, almost before anything happened…

“I don’t know how you do it,” Aimee said, shaking her head. “Casual flings never seem to work out for me.”

“You just can’t let things get messy with all the touchy-feely stuff. Strictly business. And by business, I mean sex. Good sex.”

Miraculously, they found the private art gallery without much difficulty. Even though art really wasn’t Bre’s thing, she had to admit that the pieces in the gallery were absolutely stunning. In fact, the entire mansion had been stunning so far. Logan might have been a lying, cheating bastard, but he knew how to keep the place classy as fuck. Of course, he probably had a guy that he paid for that kind of thing.

The gallery didn’t feel like any other gallery Bre had ever been to. Sure, there were gorgeous paintings elegantly arranged throughout the four rooms that made up the gallery, but there was also a lot more. The rooms were large and had rows of tables, and on them sat small glass cases housing a variety of tiny, historical artifacts. Each of the glass cases had its own metal plate that described and dated its contents. Some of them went back hundreds of years.

“This is definitely more of a museum than an art gallery,” Bre said, feeling triumphant that she’d been right all along.

“It’s gorgeous,” Aimee said.

Aimee took her time navigating each of the rooms, slowly inspecting every single one of the paintings. Bre didn’t quite understand how she could be so interested in them, but Bre was just happy she could get her friend’s mind off everything that had happened. They were supposed to be having a fun weekend and finding out you were hooking up with a married man definitely wasn’t supposed to be a part of it.

Both ladies were making their way through the last room in the gallery when an unexpected figure appeared in the doorway. Bre’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw the athletic frame of Collin Hayes beaming at her.

“There you are!” he said.

She didn’t get a chance to return the greeting before he wrapped her in a warm embrace. His heat washed over her and, for a moment, she completely forgot herself. When their lips first touched, all of the wild fantasies of the night before returned to her. Her body immediately ached for him to take her right then and there. Thankfully, a distant part of her remembered where they were and who she was with.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Collin said, absolutely beaming at her.

He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a polo that made him look like he belonged on a golf course, somewhere. His athletic build filled the clothes out perfectly and it was a struggle for Bre to keep a clear head. It was hard to be upset with him while he was touching her.

Bre pushed away from him and crossed her arms, blocking him from being so close.

“You have some nerve swooping in here like that, acting like everything is fine.” Bre narrowed her eyes into a glare. “You have some explaining to do…”