walked up to him. “I knew you were hot for me.”
“Let's not get carried away.” I yawned as I raised my hands, stretching. “You have enough men in and outta here. We practically need a revolving door.”
Danny jumped up off the arm of the sofa with a disappointed look on his face. “I do not bring that many guys home.”
“I was just kidding!” I put my hands in the air to signal I surrendered. “Jeez, Sally Sensitive, calm down.”
“Well, Julie”—he seemed to settle back down and smirked—“you could make an honest man out of me and put a stop to all of that.”
“Funny.” I reached over and stuck my finger into one of his dimples. As I twisted my finger, I made a faux squeaking sound. “You're such a tease.”
He smiled and swatted my hand away from his face. “Protest all you want.” Danny took a step forward, now only inches away. “I know deep down you want me.” He winked, reached up and tweaked one of my nipples, and turned to go into his bedroom.
As I stood there, mouth hanging open, I wondered if he knew that he could devastate me with just a wink, sending me into an abyss of erotic-neurotic turmoil. It was just plain cruel to give one man so much sex appeal. If only, I thought. If only.
Chapter Six
Walking into the apartment, I led Andy by the hand through the door. I closed the door behind us, and he pinned me up against it, kissing me roughly. He ran his hands up my stomach and chest, and they made their way up under my jacket, causing it to slide off my shoulders and crumple onto the floor. Andy placed his hands in mine and led me over to the couch. Turning me around, he shoved me back, then smiled as he climbed on top of me. Andy kissed me passionately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes, and a muffled moan grumbled from his throat. I could feel his hard cock grinding into mine as he ripped his mouth away from mine. I opened my eyes to see Danny lying on top of me, smiling. He lowered his head to kiss me as the phone began to ring.
I opened my eyes and sat straight up in my bed. I felt the immediate throbbing in my head as I placed my hand onto my temple. I winced as the cell phone next to my bed rang again. I reached over to pick it up, making a promise to myself to take the time to figure out how to change the settings. I'd had the damn smartphone for three weeks and still couldn't seem to figure out how to change the volume, let alone the ringtone.
I noticed a glass of water and a bottle of Advil sitting on the nightstand. I couldn't remember putting them there. Danny must have— Christ, was I mashing on Danny in my dream? The phone rang again, interrupting that thought. I punched the little green button. “Whoever you are, please tell me I'm dead.” I rubbed the palm of my hand over my forehead and began to massage my skull.
“Sorry, sunshine,” Gabby said. “Did you party a little too hard?”
“Apparently…wine is evil.” After reaching for the pill bottle, I began to fumble with the childproof lid. I scowled as the pills rattled around, taunting me.
“Well at least you had the foresight to put aspirin next to the bed.”
“That's just it. I don't remember doing that. And it's Advil, wait… How the hell do you know what's next to my bed?” I looked around my room, wondering where the hidden camera was.
“I can hear you rattling the bottle around, nitwit.”
“Oh…well, I remember going to my room, taking off my clothes, and crawling into bed.”
“Were you alone?” she asked.
“Of course. Danny must have put it here before he left for the gym.” I lifted myself up, turning a couple of pillows on their sides, and leaned back into them, propping myself up against the headboard. “Look at that.”
“Hellooo. On the phone. Can't see what you can.”
“I think he even hung my clothes up. That's kinda sweet.” I looked at the slightly rumpled gray suit dangling neatly on a hanger from the door handle of the armoire.
“I
“Let's not get carried away.” I yawned as I raised my hands, stretching. “You have enough men in and outta here. We practically need a revolving door.”
Danny jumped up off the arm of the sofa with a disappointed look on his face. “I do not bring that many guys home.”
“I was just kidding!” I put my hands in the air to signal I surrendered. “Jeez, Sally Sensitive, calm down.”
“Well, Julie”—he seemed to settle back down and smirked—“you could make an honest man out of me and put a stop to all of that.”
“Funny.” I reached over and stuck my finger into one of his dimples. As I twisted my finger, I made a faux squeaking sound. “You're such a tease.”
He smiled and swatted my hand away from his face. “Protest all you want.” Danny took a step forward, now only inches away. “I know deep down you want me.” He winked, reached up and tweaked one of my nipples, and turned to go into his bedroom.
As I stood there, mouth hanging open, I wondered if he knew that he could devastate me with just a wink, sending me into an abyss of erotic-neurotic turmoil. It was just plain cruel to give one man so much sex appeal. If only, I thought. If only.
Chapter Six
Walking into the apartment, I led Andy by the hand through the door. I closed the door behind us, and he pinned me up against it, kissing me roughly. He ran his hands up my stomach and chest, and they made their way up under my jacket, causing it to slide off my shoulders and crumple onto the floor. Andy placed his hands in mine and led me over to the couch. Turning me around, he shoved me back, then smiled as he climbed on top of me. Andy kissed me passionately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes, and a muffled moan grumbled from his throat. I could feel his hard cock grinding into mine as he ripped his mouth away from mine. I opened my eyes to see Danny lying on top of me, smiling. He lowered his head to kiss me as the phone began to ring.
I opened my eyes and sat straight up in my bed. I felt the immediate throbbing in my head as I placed my hand onto my temple. I winced as the cell phone next to my bed rang again. I reached over to pick it up, making a promise to myself to take the time to figure out how to change the settings. I'd had the damn smartphone for three weeks and still couldn't seem to figure out how to change the volume, let alone the ringtone.
I noticed a glass of water and a bottle of Advil sitting on the nightstand. I couldn't remember putting them there. Danny must have— Christ, was I mashing on Danny in my dream? The phone rang again, interrupting that thought. I punched the little green button. “Whoever you are, please tell me I'm dead.” I rubbed the palm of my hand over my forehead and began to massage my skull.
“Sorry, sunshine,” Gabby said. “Did you party a little too hard?”
“Apparently…wine is evil.” After reaching for the pill bottle, I began to fumble with the childproof lid. I scowled as the pills rattled around, taunting me.
“Well at least you had the foresight to put aspirin next to the bed.”
“That's just it. I don't remember doing that. And it's Advil, wait… How the hell do you know what's next to my bed?” I looked around my room, wondering where the hidden camera was.
“I can hear you rattling the bottle around, nitwit.”
“Oh…well, I remember going to my room, taking off my clothes, and crawling into bed.”
“Were you alone?” she asked.
“Of course. Danny must have put it here before he left for the gym.” I lifted myself up, turning a couple of pillows on their sides, and leaned back into them, propping myself up against the headboard. “Look at that.”
“Hellooo. On the phone. Can't see what you can.”
“I think he even hung my clothes up. That's kinda sweet.” I looked at the slightly rumpled gray suit dangling neatly on a hanger from the door handle of the armoire.
“I
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