Audrey nodded as she got up and started for her clothes, throwing them on as she reached each piece. She was starting to panic, what if she had caught something! The world was plagued with crazy sexually transmitted diseases and she was pretty damn sure they didn’t use a condom. At least she didn’t see any anywhere around the room. Lord, what had she done? And why did he have to look so sexy all laid out for the world to see. It wasn’t right for a man to be that gorgeous!
Audrey erratically looked through the room for her shirt, but she couldn’t find it. When she glanced back to where Blondie sat watching her, she saw her shirt.
Beneath his massive feet.
Audrey let out a huff as she zipped up her skirt. He looked down to where she was looking and then back up at her. When his eyes met hers, Audrey’s whole body caught on fire. His eyes were such a captivating ocean blue. As their gaze stayed locked, she swore she could feel the surf running up on her ankles, the sun hitting her face, and could actually smell the salt in the air. They were so beautiful, so picturesque.
Man, she needed to get out of there!
She was beyond embarrassed. He probably thought she was a whore, sleeping around with random men five minutes after meeting them! He probably thought they were going to go at it all day and then they would leave without contacting each other ever again. Little did he know that wasn’t going to happen! She would never be able to face this guy again, not with the nagging feeling of him thinking she was a whore.
Audrey went to the bed, pulling the shirt out from underneath his feet before dropping down on the edge of the bed. Her shoes were right under the bed, so she reached under to grab them before sitting up as she slid her feet into them. She felt the bed move as she bent over to buckle her shoes. When she felt the warmth of his hands rest on her waist, and then his lips touched her bare back, she froze. His lips moved along her spine before resting right below her bra strap.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered his breath warm on her back. “Let me get to know you. I don’t even know your name.”
Audrey swore that breathing wasn’t an option. No man had ever been so tender to her. How could a simple kiss on her back make want her to rip her clothes off and jump back in bed with him? He was a stranger, and he probably thought she was a slut! There was no way he wanted to get to know her! Yeah, naked maybe, but not her, not the real Audrey.
She stood up, moving from his grasp before pulling on her shirt and then reaching down to buckle her shoes. She found her purse and then, finally, her stupid phone that was still sounding the alarm. Silencing the annoyance, she saw she had six missed calls and 14 text messages.
Shit, they were mostly from Fallon and she was probably freaking out.
“You gotta be out of here by 11,” she said, not looking over at him.
“Okay, I’m getting up now.”
She nodded as she texted back to Fallon that she would call her in a few. She then looked up just in time to catch Blondie pulling his jeans up, also to take notice that he didn’t wear underwear.
Why couldn’t she jump back in bed again?
“Can I at least get your number, maybe your name?” he asked after digging his phone out of his pocket. She could tell his English wasn’t perfect, and she still found herself loving the accent. It was hot and smooth, like butter on a hot skillet.
Man, he was yummy. The only good thing about this was that she actually picked up a gorgeous guy!
“Not a good idea,” she muttered as she walked toward the door. “This was a one night thing.”
She looked over her shoulder to see him watching her, “It doesn’t have to be.”
Audrey blinked twice before shaking her head. There was no way this was happening. Did he really think she thought he wanted to be with her? He came with her knowing what they were going to do, so why would he think that she would fall for his notion of it being something more? She was tired of being f**ked over by guys, and even though this guy was beautiful, and gorgeous, and generous, she didn’t know him. She would be damned if she was going to be f**ked over by another Levi. Audrey knew she was being a bitch, but she didn’t want to get hurt again. She couldn’t put herself out there again.
She had to stop this.
She had to be strong.
So when she locked eyes with her bedmate, her heart pounding against her chest, she knew what she needed to say.
“Yeah, it does.”
Audrey pulled into her driveway, and put her new black Volkswagen CC in park. Even though she fell in love with her car at first sight, she wasn’t feeling it right now. She was feeling more like a big ole whore, and she was dreading going inside. She knew when she went in that all Levi’s things would be gone and that he wouldn’t be there. She knew she shouldn’t be sad, but she was. She hated that their relationship was so jacked up, and she missed him already, and for some reason she missed Blondie.
How did that make sense?
Audrey had this nagging feeling inside her that she had made a huge mistake walking out of that hotel room. It might have been her leaving Blondie, or maybe the fact that she didn’t make sure he left. What if he ran up her tab at the hotel? Not only was she a whore, but also a whore who might be spending money on a hotel room for a man she wasn’t even sleeping with! She needed to call the hotel. Not now, but soon.
Audrey made her way into the condo, and locked the door behind her. She dropped her overnight bag down on the couch and looked through the condo. Fallon had taken a lot of her things with her when she had moved out. That didn’t bother Audrey much, but she did miss Fallon’s ugly owl statues and her silly little wine holders. Fallon was obsessed with wine, while Audrey couldn’t give two shits about the industry. She had promised herself that she would start collecting things she liked, but the only thing she had done was buy one inspirational picture. Audrey’s eyes observed the quote that was in a Victorian style frame above her bookshelf.
Audrey erratically looked through the room for her shirt, but she couldn’t find it. When she glanced back to where Blondie sat watching her, she saw her shirt.
Beneath his massive feet.
Audrey let out a huff as she zipped up her skirt. He looked down to where she was looking and then back up at her. When his eyes met hers, Audrey’s whole body caught on fire. His eyes were such a captivating ocean blue. As their gaze stayed locked, she swore she could feel the surf running up on her ankles, the sun hitting her face, and could actually smell the salt in the air. They were so beautiful, so picturesque.
Man, she needed to get out of there!
She was beyond embarrassed. He probably thought she was a whore, sleeping around with random men five minutes after meeting them! He probably thought they were going to go at it all day and then they would leave without contacting each other ever again. Little did he know that wasn’t going to happen! She would never be able to face this guy again, not with the nagging feeling of him thinking she was a whore.
Audrey went to the bed, pulling the shirt out from underneath his feet before dropping down on the edge of the bed. Her shoes were right under the bed, so she reached under to grab them before sitting up as she slid her feet into them. She felt the bed move as she bent over to buckle her shoes. When she felt the warmth of his hands rest on her waist, and then his lips touched her bare back, she froze. His lips moved along her spine before resting right below her bra strap.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered his breath warm on her back. “Let me get to know you. I don’t even know your name.”
Audrey swore that breathing wasn’t an option. No man had ever been so tender to her. How could a simple kiss on her back make want her to rip her clothes off and jump back in bed with him? He was a stranger, and he probably thought she was a slut! There was no way he wanted to get to know her! Yeah, naked maybe, but not her, not the real Audrey.
She stood up, moving from his grasp before pulling on her shirt and then reaching down to buckle her shoes. She found her purse and then, finally, her stupid phone that was still sounding the alarm. Silencing the annoyance, she saw she had six missed calls and 14 text messages.
Shit, they were mostly from Fallon and she was probably freaking out.
“You gotta be out of here by 11,” she said, not looking over at him.
“Okay, I’m getting up now.”
She nodded as she texted back to Fallon that she would call her in a few. She then looked up just in time to catch Blondie pulling his jeans up, also to take notice that he didn’t wear underwear.
Why couldn’t she jump back in bed again?
“Can I at least get your number, maybe your name?” he asked after digging his phone out of his pocket. She could tell his English wasn’t perfect, and she still found herself loving the accent. It was hot and smooth, like butter on a hot skillet.
Man, he was yummy. The only good thing about this was that she actually picked up a gorgeous guy!
“Not a good idea,” she muttered as she walked toward the door. “This was a one night thing.”
She looked over her shoulder to see him watching her, “It doesn’t have to be.”
Audrey blinked twice before shaking her head. There was no way this was happening. Did he really think she thought he wanted to be with her? He came with her knowing what they were going to do, so why would he think that she would fall for his notion of it being something more? She was tired of being f**ked over by guys, and even though this guy was beautiful, and gorgeous, and generous, she didn’t know him. She would be damned if she was going to be f**ked over by another Levi. Audrey knew she was being a bitch, but she didn’t want to get hurt again. She couldn’t put herself out there again.
She had to stop this.
She had to be strong.
So when she locked eyes with her bedmate, her heart pounding against her chest, she knew what she needed to say.
“Yeah, it does.”
Audrey pulled into her driveway, and put her new black Volkswagen CC in park. Even though she fell in love with her car at first sight, she wasn’t feeling it right now. She was feeling more like a big ole whore, and she was dreading going inside. She knew when she went in that all Levi’s things would be gone and that he wouldn’t be there. She knew she shouldn’t be sad, but she was. She hated that their relationship was so jacked up, and she missed him already, and for some reason she missed Blondie.
How did that make sense?
Audrey had this nagging feeling inside her that she had made a huge mistake walking out of that hotel room. It might have been her leaving Blondie, or maybe the fact that she didn’t make sure he left. What if he ran up her tab at the hotel? Not only was she a whore, but also a whore who might be spending money on a hotel room for a man she wasn’t even sleeping with! She needed to call the hotel. Not now, but soon.
Audrey made her way into the condo, and locked the door behind her. She dropped her overnight bag down on the couch and looked through the condo. Fallon had taken a lot of her things with her when she had moved out. That didn’t bother Audrey much, but she did miss Fallon’s ugly owl statues and her silly little wine holders. Fallon was obsessed with wine, while Audrey couldn’t give two shits about the industry. She had promised herself that she would start collecting things she liked, but the only thing she had done was buy one inspirational picture. Audrey’s eyes observed the quote that was in a Victorian style frame above her bookshelf.
