weekend.
Panic grabbed ahold of her throat, making it hard to breathe.
Like Cinderella, Gia’s fantasy had a very definite expiration date. And just as the fairy-tale princess had been too ashamed and horrified to have her hottie prince see the real her, Gia wasn’t about to let Luke catch on to who he’d spent the weekend with.
Her stomach tensed against the pain as she imagined the look on his face if he ran into her in the hallway at Tri-Solutions. He’d be horrified when he realized that his weekend fling had used insider information—knowledge gained from watercooler gossip and a slightly obsessive crush—to play her way into his bed.
But as hard as it was to imagine him discovering the truth, it was worse to entertain the very real probability that he’d simply look right through her. Sure, he’d said something about seeing each other later. But he only knew the fantasy her.
Once he knew who she was, once he’d seen her in her natural habitat, she was sure he’d write off the most incredible weekend of her life as just another couple days in Vegas.
A million reasons justified the panic surging through her, but Gia still managed to refrain from leaping off the bed and running naked out of the hotel.
For one thing, her plane ticket and cash were downstairs in the safe. And the minute she let her feet hit running speed, she was sure a scream of terror would follow.
That’d probably wake Luke.
And she wasn’t ready to face him.
Not now.
Not ever.
She’d had the fantasy.
It’d been everything she’d dreamed of.
The best sex of her life.
A story to rival anything her friends told her about their sexual escapades.
She’d never wonder if she was average in bed or could only satisfy an average guy. She’d just had the best and he was spent. She was surprised his dick didn’t have friction burns.
She’d had the fantasy.
Now she had to hurry up and get out of here.
Because she could never, ever have the reality.
Chapter Six
Girlz Guide Words of Wisdom …
When you’re off track, your BFFs got your back .
“Seriously? You just grabbed your panties and snuck out?”
“I took more than my panties. What, you think I flew home from Sin City wearing just my high heels and La Perla?” Gia rolled her eyes at Caryn.
She couldn’t hold her friend’s look for long, though. Because while she hadn’t literally scurried out in her undies, it’d been damned close. So close she’d still been zipping up her skirt in the elevator.
But luckily the escape mojo had been working for her, from the checkout clerk’s easy acceptance of an extra fifty to take her room payment in cash and delete her credit card and contact information from the computer system, to the ease with which she’d been able to call from the cab and switch to an earlier flight.
By the time she’d come to her senses and realized she’d run like a big weenie and screwed herself out of another day of fabulous loving, the flight attendant had been handing out health-conscious alternatives to peanuts.
She’d called her friends from the plane, stopping at home only long enough to dump her suitcases, shower and change into normal clothes before hurrying to her favorite cantina for some girlfriend therapy. And she’d alternated between freaked out and miserable the entire time. But what’d she expect?
“Here, this’ll help,” Sara said, topping off Gia’s drink and pushing it toward her.
They were having margaritas tonight in honor of her call for Mexican food. Nothing blunted self-induced misery like tequila and cheesy guacamole-smothered tortilla chips.
“Why’d you run? Were you hoping he’d run after you, like Cinderella and the prince?” Jessa dismissed Sara and Caryn’s eye rolls with a toss of her head. “I’m just saying, that’s why I’d run. To see if the guy would follow.”
“Since he has no idea who Gia really is, following would take a lot more than a fairy wand,” Caryn pointed out before popping
Panic grabbed ahold of her throat, making it hard to breathe.
Like Cinderella, Gia’s fantasy had a very definite expiration date. And just as the fairy-tale princess had been too ashamed and horrified to have her hottie prince see the real her, Gia wasn’t about to let Luke catch on to who he’d spent the weekend with.
Her stomach tensed against the pain as she imagined the look on his face if he ran into her in the hallway at Tri-Solutions. He’d be horrified when he realized that his weekend fling had used insider information—knowledge gained from watercooler gossip and a slightly obsessive crush—to play her way into his bed.
But as hard as it was to imagine him discovering the truth, it was worse to entertain the very real probability that he’d simply look right through her. Sure, he’d said something about seeing each other later. But he only knew the fantasy her.
Once he knew who she was, once he’d seen her in her natural habitat, she was sure he’d write off the most incredible weekend of her life as just another couple days in Vegas.
A million reasons justified the panic surging through her, but Gia still managed to refrain from leaping off the bed and running naked out of the hotel.
For one thing, her plane ticket and cash were downstairs in the safe. And the minute she let her feet hit running speed, she was sure a scream of terror would follow.
That’d probably wake Luke.
And she wasn’t ready to face him.
Not now.
Not ever.
She’d had the fantasy.
It’d been everything she’d dreamed of.
The best sex of her life.
A story to rival anything her friends told her about their sexual escapades.
She’d never wonder if she was average in bed or could only satisfy an average guy. She’d just had the best and he was spent. She was surprised his dick didn’t have friction burns.
She’d had the fantasy.
Now she had to hurry up and get out of here.
Because she could never, ever have the reality.
Chapter Six
Girlz Guide Words of Wisdom …
When you’re off track, your BFFs got your back .
“Seriously? You just grabbed your panties and snuck out?”
“I took more than my panties. What, you think I flew home from Sin City wearing just my high heels and La Perla?” Gia rolled her eyes at Caryn.
She couldn’t hold her friend’s look for long, though. Because while she hadn’t literally scurried out in her undies, it’d been damned close. So close she’d still been zipping up her skirt in the elevator.
But luckily the escape mojo had been working for her, from the checkout clerk’s easy acceptance of an extra fifty to take her room payment in cash and delete her credit card and contact information from the computer system, to the ease with which she’d been able to call from the cab and switch to an earlier flight.
By the time she’d come to her senses and realized she’d run like a big weenie and screwed herself out of another day of fabulous loving, the flight attendant had been handing out health-conscious alternatives to peanuts.
She’d called her friends from the plane, stopping at home only long enough to dump her suitcases, shower and change into normal clothes before hurrying to her favorite cantina for some girlfriend therapy. And she’d alternated between freaked out and miserable the entire time. But what’d she expect?
“Here, this’ll help,” Sara said, topping off Gia’s drink and pushing it toward her.
They were having margaritas tonight in honor of her call for Mexican food. Nothing blunted self-induced misery like tequila and cheesy guacamole-smothered tortilla chips.
“Why’d you run? Were you hoping he’d run after you, like Cinderella and the prince?” Jessa dismissed Sara and Caryn’s eye rolls with a toss of her head. “I’m just saying, that’s why I’d run. To see if the guy would follow.”
“Since he has no idea who Gia really is, following would take a lot more than a fairy wand,” Caryn pointed out before popping
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