Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.
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It was supposed to be simple.
Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.
Until he decided to get under my skin—and broke my toe.
Now, I’m stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he’s also in my head, and I’m spending a little too much time up against his abs.
Not that it’s the worst place to be.
But it doesn’t change anything. I still hate him, and I’m still going to get my revenge.
Right?
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“And there goes my water.” Rae got up and dumped the contents of her glass into the sink. “Thanks for that.”
I shrugged. “Can’t drill without dust, babe.”
“Can’t drill without dust, babe,” she parroted in a high-pitched voice. “Whatever. You can drill without contaminating my water.”
“Remember who’s doing who a favor here.”
She cocked one hip and put her hand on it. “The only reason you’re still here is because I bent over an hour ago and you saw my underwear.”
I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. “That may be a contributing factor.”
“Oh, please. You keep staring at me just in case I flash you again.”
“Actually, I’m staring at you because you look hot as fuck in that dress.” I paused. “But I won’t deny that you flashing me would be a bonus.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know what to say to you. You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously charming.”
“Ridiculously frustrating.”
“Charmingly frustrating.”
“You—” She stopped and pointed at me. “You are. You are. You!” she growled and stomped into the kitchen.
I choked back a laugh. “I am delightful, handsome, and phenomenal in bed!”
She came back within seconds. “If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you again, you’re failing dismally.”
“Technically, I’m not trying. I’m such a delight you’ll fall back in love with me anyway.”
“You’re a raging egomaniac.”
“And you are a beautiful ray of happiness.”
“And you—wait, what?” She frowned. “When did this get turned around on me? Stop complimenting me. You don’t compliment me when I insult you.”
I leaned against the wall, still holding onto the drill. “All right, you’re a miserable little shit. Is that better?”
Her lips twitched as she tried not to laugh. “No. You’re supposed to compliment me even when I tell you not to.”
“I’m not falling for your female psychobabble.” I pushed off the wall and looked for the next ‘x.’ “Compliment yourself. I have no problem doing it.”
“I compliment myself all the time. Have you seen my boobs?”
I shot her a side-eye. “Yes. I’m also fond of those.”
Rae folded her arms across her chest. It did nothing to further her cause of pretending to be annoyed. All it did was push her tits up.
“If you’re trying to make me stop looking at your tits, you’re doing a bad job.”
She looked down and immediately dropped her arms. “Yeah, well, shut up.” She sniffed. “How many holes are left?”
I scanned the wall. “Three. You should try one. It won’t kill you.”
She shifted. “No offense, but I don’t know if I trust you around me with tools.”
“I wasn’t even near you when you dropped the scraper on your foot. I won’t drop the drill. I promise.” I paused. “If anything, I’m the one who should be worried given that you’ve already dropped the drill once.”
“That was an accident.”
“Exactly.” I pushed off the wall. “Come on. You might learn something.”
“I doubt it,” she mumbled, wiping her hands off on her dress and coming to stand at my side. “Okay, let’s humiliate me.”
I laughed and drew her into my body. She nestled against me as if she were made for me. Her ass curved perfectly into my hips, and the gentle sweep of her back flattened against my stomach and chest like a missing puzzle piece.
“Wrap your hand around the handle,” I said, raising her hand to it. “And hold onto it. Tight.”
“I think I can figure that out.”
“Remember who dropped the drill.”
She sniffed. “I didn’t expect the wall to be so hard.”
“Rae, it’s fucking brick. Not marshmallow. What the hell did you expect?”
I shrugged. “Can’t drill without dust, babe.”
“Can’t drill without dust, babe,” she parroted in a high-pitched voice. “Whatever. You can drill without contaminating my water.”
“Remember who’s doing who a favor here.”
She cocked one hip and put her hand on it. “The only reason you’re still here is because I bent over an hour ago and you saw my underwear.”
I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. “That may be a contributing factor.”
“Oh, please. You keep staring at me just in case I flash you again.”
“Actually, I’m staring at you because you look hot as fuck in that dress.” I paused. “But I won’t deny that you flashing me would be a bonus.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know what to say to you. You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously charming.”
“Ridiculously frustrating.”
“Charmingly frustrating.”
“You—” She stopped and pointed at me. “You are. You are. You!” she growled and stomped into the kitchen.
I choked back a laugh. “I am delightful, handsome, and phenomenal in bed!”
She came back within seconds. “If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you again, you’re failing dismally.”
“Technically, I’m not trying. I’m such a delight you’ll fall back in love with me anyway.”
“You’re a raging egomaniac.”
“And you are a beautiful ray of happiness.”
“And you—wait, what?” She frowned. “When did this get turned around on me? Stop complimenting me. You don’t compliment me when I insult you.”
I leaned against the wall, still holding onto the drill. “All right, you’re a miserable little shit. Is that better?”
Her lips twitched as she tried not to laugh. “No. You’re supposed to compliment me even when I tell you not to.”
“I’m not falling for your female psychobabble.” I pushed off the wall and looked for the next ‘x.’ “Compliment yourself. I have no problem doing it.”
“I compliment myself all the time. Have you seen my boobs?”
I shot her a side-eye. “Yes. I’m also fond of those.”
Rae folded her arms across her chest. It did nothing to further her cause of pretending to be annoyed. All it did was push her tits up.
“If you’re trying to make me stop looking at your tits, you’re doing a bad job.”
She looked down and immediately dropped her arms. “Yeah, well, shut up.” She sniffed. “How many holes are left?”
I scanned the wall. “Three. You should try one. It won’t kill you.”
She shifted. “No offense, but I don’t know if I trust you around me with tools.”
“I wasn’t even near you when you dropped the scraper on your foot. I won’t drop the drill. I promise.” I paused. “If anything, I’m the one who should be worried given that you’ve already dropped the drill once.”
“That was an accident.”
“Exactly.” I pushed off the wall. “Come on. You might learn something.”
“I doubt it,” she mumbled, wiping her hands off on her dress and coming to stand at my side. “Okay, let’s humiliate me.”
I laughed and drew her into my body. She nestled against me as if she were made for me. Her ass curved perfectly into my hips, and the gentle sweep of her back flattened against my stomach and chest like a missing puzzle piece.
“Wrap your hand around the handle,” I said, raising her hand to it. “And hold onto it. Tight.”
“I think I can figure that out.”
“Remember who dropped the drill.”
She sniffed. “I didn’t expect the wall to be so hard.”
“Rae, it’s fucking brick. Not marshmallow. What the hell did you expect?”
It's clear the relationship is / was complicated. It's also clear there is a lot of unfinished business between the two of them.
This was a quick read from both perspectives. I found myself rooting for both of them to see the light. Definitely worth the read!
On a mission to finally show him, she starts to redecorate/re-brand her shop. But thanks to clumsiness she is now at the mercy of needing help from her ex, Chase. Chase will take any chance he can to get Rae to talk to him again, he never completely got over her.
Working together brings back a lot of memories and old feelings, the sass, banter and attraction between the two is palpable.
So can they work together without killing each other? And also learn to let go of past hurts? Definitely one-click this one.
Raelynn and Chase were in a relationship until Raelynn had her life turned upside down for all different angles and her way of coping was to let Chase go without and explanation she had other things to focus on... Chase did something really stupid afterwards and now 2 years later he is still fighting to get Raelynn's attention again.. Raelynn see's it as a betrayal or revenge of what Chase did... there are 2 sides to every story one click to see what happens!
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