HAPPY PANTS CAFE (THE HAPPY PANTS SERIES) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Read Free Book Online Page A

pulled the tails down in front to hide the enormous ten-person tent.
    Harper stared, still unable to believe how gorgeous he was. And happy.
    “Take the key. It’s right there on the floor,” she said, pointing to the spot where she’d dropped it next to her purse.
    He smiled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t start without me.”
    “No chance.”
    He disappeared out the door, and Harper flipped over onto her stomach. “Oh, my God. What am I doing?” She rubbed her face into the pillow.
    I have to tell him. I have to. He’ll never forgive me if I don’t…
    Suddenly, Harper felt the room spinning. She pressed her palms over her mouth. “I’m going to be sick.” She scrambled to the bathroom.
     
    ~~
     
    Austin made his way out the front door of the B and B, feeling like his cock might actually bust through his button flies. He had no idea what it was about Marie that made him so incredibly fucking hot for her, but she did. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to get a woman into bed so badly. No doubt she was beautiful—short auburn hair, big green eyes, and a body that he’d give anything to see in a bikini.
    Bikini, my ass. Naked. I want to see her naked.
    But it wasn’t her looks that had him panting for her over dinner; it was that feisty-as-hell attitude. She had a pair of balls bigger than his own, and she had an opinion on everything. Frankly, he was sick of dating women who just smiled politely and said nice things, wanting to please him. Yes, he knew he was good-looking—something that hadn’t been the case in his younger years, which meant he’d taken full advantage of the benefits when he’d gone to college—but these last few years, he’d started to wonder why he’d never found anyone that made him want more: friendship, relationship, a life together.
    His ex-fiancée had seemed like that kind of woman, but after a few months, he’d begun to notice inconsistencies. She hadn’t enjoyed half of the things she’d claimed to like when they’d first met. Reading, going to the beach, wine tasting, traveling—she hadn’t liked any of them. Little did he know that had been the tip of the iceberg. She’d lied about where she grew up—not a city girl. She’d lied about having a degree—he’d never even cared about that, but she’d lied anyway. The final straw had been that she’d said she wanted kids someday when she really hadn’t. Bottom line, she’d lied her way into his life and was the fakest person he’d ever met. Dumping her had been the easiest breakup of his life. Getting over the deception, however, would take much longer. In fact, Austin was beginning to wonder if he’d ever trust another woman again.
    Until now.
    He smiled at himself as he opened the door to the small convenience-store-slash-gas station. Marie was just so…perfect. And honest. And genuine.
    He purchased a pack of gum, two large bottles of Gatorade—they were going to need hydration after the marathon of sex he planned to be having tonight—and two boxes of extra-large condoms.
    He hurried from the gas station and headed back toward the B and B, not even the slightest bit worried that the mood would fizzle. Hell, he was more in the mood now than before he left; the anticipation was killing him.
    Five minutes later he entered the B and B and was greeted by an older redheaded woman.
    She smiled. “Hi there. Can I help you?”
    “Oh. I’m, um…with Marie. On the third floor.”
    “Ah, you mean the young lady that checked into the honeymoon suite this afternoon?”
    He nodded, holding the bag in front of his groin, hoping the innkeeper wouldn’t notice his obvious arousal.
    The woman pulled out a sheet of paper. “Hmm…that’s odd. But we don’t have a Marie staying in that room. Are you certain you’re on the third floor?”
    Austin pulled the key from his pocket and showed it to her.
    “Yep,” she said, “that’s the honeymoon suite. I don’t see a Marie registered in