indeed. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” Cory says as he walks toward the bed, “I’m going to grab a quick shower, then I’ll take a spot over there on the couch.” He gestures to the couch on the opposite side of the room that I didn’t even notice was there.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m perfectly content to sleep over there. I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed.” The sleep is heavy in my voice and I try to clear it so he knows I’m serious.
“Absolutely not. Please just lay back down and get some rest.” He walks to his dresser to grab some clothes and then towards the bathroom. Before he shuts the door, I jump up and place my hand on his elbow. He looks at me, but this time, there’s no heat. He just looks tired. “Are you ok?” I can tell somethings off. He sighs and lets out a deep breath, “I’m good Lacey. Now, please, just go get some rest. We can talk tomorrow.” He steps into the bathroom and shuts the door effectively stopping any further conversation on the matter. Seconds later, I hear the shower going. With nothing left to do, I climb back in bed, almost immediately falling to sleep.
Chapter 9
Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since everything went down at the club, and we still aren’t any closer to learning who drugged me. Cory assures me the incident that took place with one of the girls the night after was completely unrelated. Just a regular client who had one too many drinks and got a little rough with one of the girls without her permission. He says he’s banned him from the club until he seeks help for his issues which makes me feel better for his girls but not any better when it comes to my situation.
Despite the many times I’ve insisted that he sleep in his bed, he still sleeps on the couch in his room. It’s comforting having him in the same room as me, it makes me feel safe in a way. But I still feel really bad for kicking him out of his bed. I’ve repeatedly told him that I can sleep in one of the guest rooms, but I think he likes knowing I’m close by also. We’ve also come to a mutual agreement that I stay with him until we at least know who slipped drugs in my drink. Not that this never happens, but Cory and his security team feel that I was specifically targeted, and until we know different, this is where I’ll be.
He’s yet to make any more advances toward me, and part of me is really grateful for that. It’s given me an opportunity to clear the fog in my head and make some sense of what’s left of my life. There is another big part of me who misses the bits of bonding we shared on his front porch. It seems that since the day in the meadow he’s closed himself off from me.
Today, we are holed up in his room. I’m stretched out on his bed, reading of course, and he’s over on the couch catching up on work, he says. He’s gotta go back in tonight, something about a monthly meeting he holds with senior partners or whatever. The man is a workaholic. I can’t help but notice how hot he looks sitting there in just a pair of sweatpants. I don’t even realize I’m staring at him until his eyes meet mine. He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me. Smug bastard.
“Yes, Miss Carter?” I lower my head in a lame attempt to hide the fact that I was blatantly staring at him.
“Nothing,” I quickly say, looking down at my book. When did I become shy?
“Uh-huh. So do you make it a habit of just staring at people for no reason?” He thinks he’s funny, does he?
“I’m only thinking about how much you work, surely you deserve a break?” No, I’m not thinking about how it would feel to run my hands up his perfectly toned abs. My body warms and my cheeks grow hot. I’m totally blushing and from the look on his face, he knows it. Oh shit.
He places his laptop off to the side and stands up. Slowly, he walks toward the bed. I can’t seem to take my eyes off of him. This man screams sex appeal. He’s built, but not in an I’m on
“You don’t have to do that. I’m perfectly content to sleep over there. I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed.” The sleep is heavy in my voice and I try to clear it so he knows I’m serious.
“Absolutely not. Please just lay back down and get some rest.” He walks to his dresser to grab some clothes and then towards the bathroom. Before he shuts the door, I jump up and place my hand on his elbow. He looks at me, but this time, there’s no heat. He just looks tired. “Are you ok?” I can tell somethings off. He sighs and lets out a deep breath, “I’m good Lacey. Now, please, just go get some rest. We can talk tomorrow.” He steps into the bathroom and shuts the door effectively stopping any further conversation on the matter. Seconds later, I hear the shower going. With nothing left to do, I climb back in bed, almost immediately falling to sleep.
Chapter 9
Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since everything went down at the club, and we still aren’t any closer to learning who drugged me. Cory assures me the incident that took place with one of the girls the night after was completely unrelated. Just a regular client who had one too many drinks and got a little rough with one of the girls without her permission. He says he’s banned him from the club until he seeks help for his issues which makes me feel better for his girls but not any better when it comes to my situation.
Despite the many times I’ve insisted that he sleep in his bed, he still sleeps on the couch in his room. It’s comforting having him in the same room as me, it makes me feel safe in a way. But I still feel really bad for kicking him out of his bed. I’ve repeatedly told him that I can sleep in one of the guest rooms, but I think he likes knowing I’m close by also. We’ve also come to a mutual agreement that I stay with him until we at least know who slipped drugs in my drink. Not that this never happens, but Cory and his security team feel that I was specifically targeted, and until we know different, this is where I’ll be.
He’s yet to make any more advances toward me, and part of me is really grateful for that. It’s given me an opportunity to clear the fog in my head and make some sense of what’s left of my life. There is another big part of me who misses the bits of bonding we shared on his front porch. It seems that since the day in the meadow he’s closed himself off from me.
Today, we are holed up in his room. I’m stretched out on his bed, reading of course, and he’s over on the couch catching up on work, he says. He’s gotta go back in tonight, something about a monthly meeting he holds with senior partners or whatever. The man is a workaholic. I can’t help but notice how hot he looks sitting there in just a pair of sweatpants. I don’t even realize I’m staring at him until his eyes meet mine. He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me. Smug bastard.
“Yes, Miss Carter?” I lower my head in a lame attempt to hide the fact that I was blatantly staring at him.
“Nothing,” I quickly say, looking down at my book. When did I become shy?
“Uh-huh. So do you make it a habit of just staring at people for no reason?” He thinks he’s funny, does he?
“I’m only thinking about how much you work, surely you deserve a break?” No, I’m not thinking about how it would feel to run my hands up his perfectly toned abs. My body warms and my cheeks grow hot. I’m totally blushing and from the look on his face, he knows it. Oh shit.
He places his laptop off to the side and stands up. Slowly, he walks toward the bed. I can’t seem to take my eyes off of him. This man screams sex appeal. He’s built, but not in an I’m on
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