hers.
She woke the next morning with a pounding skull and a naked man in her bed; two things to which she didn’t normally wake. And her head wasn’t the only thing aching, she noticed, as she planted her feet on the floor. She looked at the clock and swore. It was eleven, and she had to be at the rehearsal luncheon at noon.
She staggered out of bed and pulled the sheets off Kent. Or was it Clark? Yes, Clark. “Come on, we’ve got to get up.”
He groaned and rolled over, exposing his rear.
She paused for a moment to admire the view. Then she shook him by the shoulders.
He waved her away. “I’m spent, thanks to you. Let me sleep this off.”
She climbed back in bed and tried to pull him up.
“You want more?” Rolling over on his side, he snagged her with one arm and pulled her to him. “It must have been a really bad week. But I’m glad to help.”
Her lips found his again and she snaked her hands down his back until she reached the smooth peak of his buttocks. Yeah, she could do this again. Then she spotted the clock once more and pulled away. “And it’s going to get even worse if I don’t get up and get ready. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
He sat up and looked at the clock. His eyes widened and he rubbed his face. “Me too.” He hopped out of bed and picked his boxers up off the floor. “Any idea where my pants are?”
She felt her cheeks flush. “Check the hall.”
One eyebrow popped up. “Right. Now I remember.”
She tied her robe and wondered what the proper next-day etiquette was for a one-night stand. She had no idea.
Clark came back in the room, buttoning his shirt.
She looked at him and gasped. “I’m sorry,” she said, pointing to his neck.
He reached up to feel, and then turned to look in the mirror. “A hickey? I haven’t had a hickey since junior high.”
She giggled. “Sorry. Want some makeup to hide it?”
He buttoned his shirt up to his neck. “Does that cover it up?”
She nodded and tried to bite back her laughter. “So, should I make you eggs or something before you go? Toast?”
He laughed. “No. That’s fine.”
She gripped the banister on her four-poster bed. “Sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He tried to hold back a grin. “I know.”
She put her hands on her hips. “How?”
He shook his head, laughing. “Because I have. A lot.” He finished buttoning his shirt. “I know a newbie when I see one.”
She looked down at the floor, wondering if it was the moaning that had given her away.
He walked over and lifted her chin with a crooked finger. “Hey, it was a refreshing change to be with someone so…enthusiastic.” He brushed his lips against hers.
She stepped back. “Well, thanks. Glad to have been of service.” She turned him around by the shoulders, pushed his back, and marched him out of the room. “And have a nice life.” She’d be far too embarrassed to ever see him again.
“Hey, you picked me up,” he said, jogging down the stairs.
She tipped her chin in the air and crossed her arms. “No one forced you to come.”
He held up his hands. “I’m not touching that one.”
He didn’t ask for her number and she didn’t offer. It’d been a wild, passionate night. But it was one she should soon forget, especially considering how smug he was being about the whole thing.
She led him to the front door and he turned around before leaving. “Samantha, that was great.” He kissed her nose. “You’re going to make some guy very happy some day.”
“No, thank you . You made me very happy for one night. Now good-bye.” She slammed the door behind him, still shocked by what she’d done. If she ever saw him again, she’d tell him what an arrogant, cocky womanizer he was.
Newbie . The word was going to haunt her. But there wasn’t much time to stew in regret. She ran to the shower, and if she just dried her hair and put it up in a twist instead of curling it, she might get to the rehearsal brunch on
She woke the next morning with a pounding skull and a naked man in her bed; two things to which she didn’t normally wake. And her head wasn’t the only thing aching, she noticed, as she planted her feet on the floor. She looked at the clock and swore. It was eleven, and she had to be at the rehearsal luncheon at noon.
She staggered out of bed and pulled the sheets off Kent. Or was it Clark? Yes, Clark. “Come on, we’ve got to get up.”
He groaned and rolled over, exposing his rear.
She paused for a moment to admire the view. Then she shook him by the shoulders.
He waved her away. “I’m spent, thanks to you. Let me sleep this off.”
She climbed back in bed and tried to pull him up.
“You want more?” Rolling over on his side, he snagged her with one arm and pulled her to him. “It must have been a really bad week. But I’m glad to help.”
Her lips found his again and she snaked her hands down his back until she reached the smooth peak of his buttocks. Yeah, she could do this again. Then she spotted the clock once more and pulled away. “And it’s going to get even worse if I don’t get up and get ready. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
He sat up and looked at the clock. His eyes widened and he rubbed his face. “Me too.” He hopped out of bed and picked his boxers up off the floor. “Any idea where my pants are?”
She felt her cheeks flush. “Check the hall.”
One eyebrow popped up. “Right. Now I remember.”
She tied her robe and wondered what the proper next-day etiquette was for a one-night stand. She had no idea.
Clark came back in the room, buttoning his shirt.
She looked at him and gasped. “I’m sorry,” she said, pointing to his neck.
He reached up to feel, and then turned to look in the mirror. “A hickey? I haven’t had a hickey since junior high.”
She giggled. “Sorry. Want some makeup to hide it?”
He buttoned his shirt up to his neck. “Does that cover it up?”
She nodded and tried to bite back her laughter. “So, should I make you eggs or something before you go? Toast?”
He laughed. “No. That’s fine.”
She gripped the banister on her four-poster bed. “Sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He tried to hold back a grin. “I know.”
She put her hands on her hips. “How?”
He shook his head, laughing. “Because I have. A lot.” He finished buttoning his shirt. “I know a newbie when I see one.”
She looked down at the floor, wondering if it was the moaning that had given her away.
He walked over and lifted her chin with a crooked finger. “Hey, it was a refreshing change to be with someone so…enthusiastic.” He brushed his lips against hers.
She stepped back. “Well, thanks. Glad to have been of service.” She turned him around by the shoulders, pushed his back, and marched him out of the room. “And have a nice life.” She’d be far too embarrassed to ever see him again.
“Hey, you picked me up,” he said, jogging down the stairs.
She tipped her chin in the air and crossed her arms. “No one forced you to come.”
He held up his hands. “I’m not touching that one.”
He didn’t ask for her number and she didn’t offer. It’d been a wild, passionate night. But it was one she should soon forget, especially considering how smug he was being about the whole thing.
She led him to the front door and he turned around before leaving. “Samantha, that was great.” He kissed her nose. “You’re going to make some guy very happy some day.”
“No, thank you . You made me very happy for one night. Now good-bye.” She slammed the door behind him, still shocked by what she’d done. If she ever saw him again, she’d tell him what an arrogant, cocky womanizer he was.
Newbie . The word was going to haunt her. But there wasn’t much time to stew in regret. She ran to the shower, and if she just dried her hair and put it up in a twist instead of curling it, she might get to the rehearsal brunch on
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