treated you well?”
She nodded. “He didn’t even mention my scars. He was dirty and nasty and he took care of me in a way that made me pretty much want to drop to my knees and beg him to love me. And yes, that was why I ran like a scared little girl.” She slumped into her chair, shaking her head. “It was so embarrassing. I woke up next to this god of a man and all I could think was ‘please don’t let him see me in the cold light of day.’”
“Oh, she’s so getting her ass spanked,” Chris said with wide eyes. “How did he handle it? Did he come storming over that morning? This was yesterday, right?”
Yep. A whole day and a half had passed since she’d last seen Will. “He didn’t. Come over, that is. He didn’t even knock on the door on his way to work.” She shrugged. “I guess I pissed him off or something.”
Or he’d had enough of her and he was grateful to have avoided the next morning’s scene.
She’d gone to bed the night before wondering where he was but too afraid and embarrassed to knock on his door. God, she’d screwed up again.
“So, I need a new date to my sister’s wedding,” she said with a fake smile on her face. “I’m down to strippers. Get me a good one, Chris. But not the dude who humps the pole. He scares me.”
“Oh, honey, you have to talk to Will.” Serena leaned over. “You can’t slip out of his bed and then avoid him for the rest of your life.”
Actually she could. If she left now and then paid someone to clean out her condo, she could move to another city, change her name, her hair color, and live a Will-free life with lots and lots of cats. The virtual kind. Maybe houseplants could be her thing. Unless she killed them all. Fish. They were easy, right?
“And you can’t move to another city and get some unnamed house pet,” Chris said.
Well, at least he knew her really well. One guy in the world knew the real her and loved her, and naturally it was the dude who didn’t like vaginas.
There was a thought…
“You’re not becoming a lesbian, either,” Serena said.
“If I did, I would totally be into you.” Somehow, her life wasn’t quite as heartbreaking when she shared her problems with these two.
A smile lit up Serena’s face. “Back at you. Now let’s figure out how you’re going to handle the man you are actually attracted to because he seems to be throwing a hissy fit of his own.”
Her heart dropped. “He’s not throwing a fit. That doesn’t seem like Will. He’s figured out that he’s not that interested. Now that I think about it, I guess this whole thing really was kind of a test run. I mean the contract was only for two weeks anyway. I think the sex wasn’t as good for him.”
Chris groaned. “We have got to work on your self-esteem. Can I see your contract?”
“Oh, I think I left it at his place. I was kind of in a hurry to get out. I was lucky it was early in the morning because I didn’t bother to put on my shirt. He rolled over and I ran. I think I left my undies behind, too. Very classy of me.” What had she been so afraid of? Everything. It had been too intimate, too much. She’d felt too much and not knowing how he felt made her anxious. He might have felt nothing at all.
He’d probably had hundreds of women, and she was fairly certain she wouldn’t measure up. Her sex life had been boring for a woman who wrote about crazy bondage sex with up to six guys. It had taken them a while to figure out where to put hottie number six. The first five had been easy. Pussy, ass, mouth, and two hands. But that sixth had been a challenge. About two bottles of wine in, Chris had come up with boobs. Yeah, she’d been lucky her heroine wasn’t claustrophobic.
“And he hasn’t called or texted?” Serena asked.
“Nope.” She’d gotten nothing. She’d heard his door slam at eleven a.m. the day before and nothing from him since. She wasn’t going to admit to sitting and waiting for sounds from the hallway. She
She nodded. “He didn’t even mention my scars. He was dirty and nasty and he took care of me in a way that made me pretty much want to drop to my knees and beg him to love me. And yes, that was why I ran like a scared little girl.” She slumped into her chair, shaking her head. “It was so embarrassing. I woke up next to this god of a man and all I could think was ‘please don’t let him see me in the cold light of day.’”
“Oh, she’s so getting her ass spanked,” Chris said with wide eyes. “How did he handle it? Did he come storming over that morning? This was yesterday, right?”
Yep. A whole day and a half had passed since she’d last seen Will. “He didn’t. Come over, that is. He didn’t even knock on the door on his way to work.” She shrugged. “I guess I pissed him off or something.”
Or he’d had enough of her and he was grateful to have avoided the next morning’s scene.
She’d gone to bed the night before wondering where he was but too afraid and embarrassed to knock on his door. God, she’d screwed up again.
“So, I need a new date to my sister’s wedding,” she said with a fake smile on her face. “I’m down to strippers. Get me a good one, Chris. But not the dude who humps the pole. He scares me.”
“Oh, honey, you have to talk to Will.” Serena leaned over. “You can’t slip out of his bed and then avoid him for the rest of your life.”
Actually she could. If she left now and then paid someone to clean out her condo, she could move to another city, change her name, her hair color, and live a Will-free life with lots and lots of cats. The virtual kind. Maybe houseplants could be her thing. Unless she killed them all. Fish. They were easy, right?
“And you can’t move to another city and get some unnamed house pet,” Chris said.
Well, at least he knew her really well. One guy in the world knew the real her and loved her, and naturally it was the dude who didn’t like vaginas.
There was a thought…
“You’re not becoming a lesbian, either,” Serena said.
“If I did, I would totally be into you.” Somehow, her life wasn’t quite as heartbreaking when she shared her problems with these two.
A smile lit up Serena’s face. “Back at you. Now let’s figure out how you’re going to handle the man you are actually attracted to because he seems to be throwing a hissy fit of his own.”
Her heart dropped. “He’s not throwing a fit. That doesn’t seem like Will. He’s figured out that he’s not that interested. Now that I think about it, I guess this whole thing really was kind of a test run. I mean the contract was only for two weeks anyway. I think the sex wasn’t as good for him.”
Chris groaned. “We have got to work on your self-esteem. Can I see your contract?”
“Oh, I think I left it at his place. I was kind of in a hurry to get out. I was lucky it was early in the morning because I didn’t bother to put on my shirt. He rolled over and I ran. I think I left my undies behind, too. Very classy of me.” What had she been so afraid of? Everything. It had been too intimate, too much. She’d felt too much and not knowing how he felt made her anxious. He might have felt nothing at all.
He’d probably had hundreds of women, and she was fairly certain she wouldn’t measure up. Her sex life had been boring for a woman who wrote about crazy bondage sex with up to six guys. It had taken them a while to figure out where to put hottie number six. The first five had been easy. Pussy, ass, mouth, and two hands. But that sixth had been a challenge. About two bottles of wine in, Chris had come up with boobs. Yeah, she’d been lucky her heroine wasn’t claustrophobic.
“And he hasn’t called or texted?” Serena asked.
“Nope.” She’d gotten nothing. She’d heard his door slam at eleven a.m. the day before and nothing from him since. She wasn’t going to admit to sitting and waiting for sounds from the hallway. She
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