Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Fuck. The guilt was back. Dammit. I had to get control over that pesky emotion. This was a job. I had to keep myself from making it more.
“You’ve been fucking the wrong men,” I told her, then kissed her hand one more time before letting it go. I had to get some distance. Get my head straight. I sat up and discarded the condom before glancing back at her. “I’ll go get a shower, then run you a bubble bath,” I told her, then winked before leaving her there, curled up on my bed, naked and tempting as hell.
I was so screwed.
• thirty •
“You in a hurry to get away from me, sweets?”
Rumor
I wasn’t sure how long I should lie in this bed alone. There were no windows, so the room was pitch-black, except for the clock beside the bed that said it was 9:32 in the morning. Sitting up, I held the covers up to my neck since I was naked underneath. I’d opened my eyes sixteen minutes ago, and I was still debating if I should go get dressed and leave. I knew the way back to the cottage.
Closing my eyes, I tried not to think about what I had done last night. At least not right now. I would think about it later. When I was gone. Not while I was still naked in King’s room. I wanted to remember it. I would remember it often. Just not at the moment. This was not the place.
Especially since he had left me here without a word. Granted, it was late, and it was a Saturday. Maybe he had gone to Maeme’s for breakfast. Wouldn’t he have woken me up to go there?
Dropping the blankets, I tossed them aside and slid over to get out of the bed. Staying here in the dark was silly. I should go. What we had done was just sex. We’d had a weird night. It was over.
My reality was back. Although my reality was going to suck even more than it had already. Now that I’d experienced a night in King’s arms and in his bed, knowing what it was like to orgasm while having sex and not just once, being held and treated as if I was special…yeah, that had ruined me. Life would be easier if I’d never known what that was like.
I felt my way to the en suite and flicked on the lights, then squinted against the brightness in the luxurious white bathroom. My eyes went to the massive tub with its fancy jets. I’d taken a bath in there last night. When I had gotten out, King had wrapped me in a fluffy towel, then carried me to bed and held me until I fell asleep. Yes, I was in fact ruined.
Trying to not think about King, I took a white robe from the hook by the door and slipped it on. I still wasn’t sure where my clothes were. After I had it tied on at the waist, I used the bathroom, worked my fingers through my curls the best I could without my conditioning spray and comb, then put some toothpaste on my finger and did the best I could with my teeth.
The sound of the bedroom door opening caused me to freeze and stare at myself in the mirror, trying to decide what to do. It was King. It had to be King. But…did I thank him? Ask for a ride to the house? Apologize for sleeping late?
Before I could think of what to do, his large form filled the doorway. My gaze swung to his, and the smile on his chiseled face instantly eased my anxiety that had been about to spin out of control.
“I brought breakfast,” he said, then nodded his head back toward the bedroom. “Come eat.”
“I didn’t mean to sleep so late,” I said.
He shrugged. “You were tired. I had worn you out. Maeme sent you waffles to recover. She never makes them on Saturdays. You’re special.”
My eyes flew open wide, and I covered my mouth in horror. Had he told her what we had done? Oh God, what did Maeme think of me?
The deep chuckle that came from him had me gaping at him. Why was he laughing?
“Relax, sweets. She doesn’t know. I was teasing you.”
I narrowed my eyes as I dropped my hand from my face. “That wasn’t funny,” I accused.
He took a step toward me and tilted his head. “Yeah, it was.” The twinkle in his blue eyes made it hard to stay mad at him. “Come eat with me.” He held out his hand.
“You didn’t eat already?” I asked.
“I wanted to eat with you,” he replied.
Giving in, I slipped my hand into his and watched as his fingers closed over mine before walking toward him.
“Are you naked under that robe?” he asked me as I reached his side.