The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor) novel Chapter 82

“Hey Taylor, here’s the food you requested,” a young worker named Omar met them at the base of the tree. “Enjoy your date.”

“Thank you, Omar,” Taylor said.

After leaving a picnic basket with Taylor, Omar rushed to another truck and left. Taylor then urged Charlie, “Let’s go.”

“I’m not going,” Charlie protested. She looked up, reasoning, “It’s completely open. We are not groping each other up there!”

Taylor burst out laughing. He looked so amused that his eyes watered. He stretched his hand to her, saying, “I was only joking, okay? Let’s go up.”

Inner Devil: ‘Why did I even get my hopes up?’

Charlie eventually followed Taylor up the tree. They went straight to the second level, which offered a perfect view of the plantation. As the breeze brushed against her skin, she smiled. “This reminds me of when Dad took us to the mountains, but I think I like this better. The air feels perfect up here.”

A small wooden table was built into the treehouse. Taylor set the food individually, saying, “Let’s start with a sandwich, Babe. The salad barely filled my stomach.”

In the basket, different fresh juices were packed in sealed bottles. There was a huge steak sandwich and a seafood pasta. Of course, since they came from the store, Taylor had packed away three different nut spreads and some crackers to go with them.

Charlie squatted on the wooden floor, facing the view of the orchards. Taylor soon sat beside her and offered her share of the sandwich. They ate together for the next few minutes while occasionally pointing out parts of the farm.

“Are those bushes around the walnut plantation?” Charlie asked with her mouth full.

Taylor nodded. “Blackberries.”

Charlie’s eyes lit up. “I love blackberries!”

A chuckle left Taylor’s lips. He wiped a mustard off the corner of her lips, expressing, “You are just so fucking adorable; I want to eat you.”

Excitement bubbled inside her, but she quickly moved on. She pointed to some bars standing vertically on the plantation, asking, “What are those?”

“Irrigation system. Walnuts need moist soil,” Taylor shared.

“Good to know,” Charlie acknowledged. She passed him the remaining of her sandwich. “I can’t finish this. I want to eat the pasta.”