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Authors: Miranda P. Charles
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Connor rubbed his face to bring him back to reality, fully focusing on the road once again. He found himself hoping that he had indeed been totally wrong with his assumptions.
*****
“D o you want something to drink?” Amanda asked.
“Only if you’re having something yourself,” Connor answered.
“Coffee?”
“Sure. White, no sugar, thanks.”
Connor stood in the middle of Amanda’s living room, checking out his surroundings, while Amanda went to the kitchen. She was neat and tidy, and obviously had some interior decorating talents. He immediately warmed to her place. It had a relaxing vibe to it.
He walked over to a tall shelving unit where several photo frames were prominently displayed. He grinned at a cute picture of five young girls, about nine or ten years old, holding up ice cream cones and sporting happy smiles. He scanned the other photos, noticing a couple with Ash and a woman who he guessed must be their mother. He took a closer look at one with about thirty people in it. He recognised a few faces, including the siblings of Rebecca and Gemma who’d attended last night’s party. Lori or any of Lori’s friends weren’t in any of the shots.
He breathed in sharply. He’d always wondered if things would have been different if he’d had Amanda’s phone number and was able to call her to see what had gone wrong that day.
Which reminded him, he must get her contact details before he left tonight.
Amanda came back, carrying a tray. She placed it on the coffee table, then sat on the couch. He joined her.
“So,” she said quietly. “You came to meet me that night at the hotel?”
“Yes. I was ten minutes late from a business meeting and assumed you were still getting ready.”
Amanda’s brows furrowed. “You waited?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“An hour.”
Amanda’s mouth opened in surprise. “Well, we must have just missed each other then. I came back at around eight.”
He frowned. “Where did you go?”
Amanda picked up her cup and took a sip, her features a picture of deep contemplation.
He reached for his coffee and tried to relax, even though he could hardly wait to hear her version of events.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A manda took her time in calming her inner confusion. Connor had waited for an hour for her to turn up for their date? An hour ? Did he really do that?
She glanced at him. He smiled, looking composed. With a steadying breath, she put her cup down. How should she start this?
“My aunt dropped me off in front of the hotel just before seven,” she said. “I was on my way up to get changed when I bumped into Lori and that friend of yours she met at your party. I don’t remember his name.”
“That was probably Frank,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s it. I thought it was lucky that Lori’s mum had already driven off. My aunt wouldn’t have been happy to see Lori walking out of a hotel with a man. She would have known straight away what Lori had been up to. She knows what her daughter’s like, but she’d rather not see proof of it.”
She puffed, readying herself for the next part of her story. For some strange reason, she was apprehensive of Connor’s reaction.
“Lori was her usual exuberant self and asked about my night with you. I didn’t even know that she’d noticed you’d left with me. Anyway, I said it was great—which it was,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up. Damn it, did she have to blush for admitting she had a fantastic night with a guy?
“It was spectacular,” Connor said softly.
She reddened even more. Why was she so shy about that?
Because you didn’t hold back that night. You were shamelessly lustful—moaning and screaming...
She shook her head to shush her mind.
“Oh. You didn’t think it was spectacular?” Connor asked, sounding disappointed.
“Oh, no,” she responded, flustered. “I mean, yes.”
“No, it wasn’t spectacular, or yes, it was spectacular?”
“Yes, it was spectacular,”
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Connor rubbed his face to bring him back to reality, fully focusing on the road once again. He found himself hoping that he had indeed been totally wrong with his assumptions.
*****
“D o you want something to drink?” Amanda asked.
“Only if you’re having something yourself,” Connor answered.
“Coffee?”
“Sure. White, no sugar, thanks.”
Connor stood in the middle of Amanda’s living room, checking out his surroundings, while Amanda went to the kitchen. She was neat and tidy, and obviously had some interior decorating talents. He immediately warmed to her place. It had a relaxing vibe to it.
He walked over to a tall shelving unit where several photo frames were prominently displayed. He grinned at a cute picture of five young girls, about nine or ten years old, holding up ice cream cones and sporting happy smiles. He scanned the other photos, noticing a couple with Ash and a woman who he guessed must be their mother. He took a closer look at one with about thirty people in it. He recognised a few faces, including the siblings of Rebecca and Gemma who’d attended last night’s party. Lori or any of Lori’s friends weren’t in any of the shots.
He breathed in sharply. He’d always wondered if things would have been different if he’d had Amanda’s phone number and was able to call her to see what had gone wrong that day.
Which reminded him, he must get her contact details before he left tonight.
Amanda came back, carrying a tray. She placed it on the coffee table, then sat on the couch. He joined her.
“So,” she said quietly. “You came to meet me that night at the hotel?”
“Yes. I was ten minutes late from a business meeting and assumed you were still getting ready.”
Amanda’s brows furrowed. “You waited?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“An hour.”
Amanda’s mouth opened in surprise. “Well, we must have just missed each other then. I came back at around eight.”
He frowned. “Where did you go?”
Amanda picked up her cup and took a sip, her features a picture of deep contemplation.
He reached for his coffee and tried to relax, even though he could hardly wait to hear her version of events.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A manda took her time in calming her inner confusion. Connor had waited for an hour for her to turn up for their date? An hour ? Did he really do that?
She glanced at him. He smiled, looking composed. With a steadying breath, she put her cup down. How should she start this?
“My aunt dropped me off in front of the hotel just before seven,” she said. “I was on my way up to get changed when I bumped into Lori and that friend of yours she met at your party. I don’t remember his name.”
“That was probably Frank,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s it. I thought it was lucky that Lori’s mum had already driven off. My aunt wouldn’t have been happy to see Lori walking out of a hotel with a man. She would have known straight away what Lori had been up to. She knows what her daughter’s like, but she’d rather not see proof of it.”
She puffed, readying herself for the next part of her story. For some strange reason, she was apprehensive of Connor’s reaction.
“Lori was her usual exuberant self and asked about my night with you. I didn’t even know that she’d noticed you’d left with me. Anyway, I said it was great—which it was,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up. Damn it, did she have to blush for admitting she had a fantastic night with a guy?
“It was spectacular,” Connor said softly.
She reddened even more. Why was she so shy about that?
Because you didn’t hold back that night. You were shamelessly lustful—moaning and screaming...
She shook her head to shush her mind.
“Oh. You didn’t think it was spectacular?” Connor asked, sounding disappointed.
“Oh, no,” she responded, flustered. “I mean, yes.”
“No, it wasn’t spectacular, or yes, it was spectacular?”
“Yes, it was spectacular,”
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