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find his way to the elevator and down to the lobby? Before she could call out after him, she saw his hand skimming the wall for guidance, his gait rigid while he walked down the hallway.
She stopped herself from following. Offering help would insult him even further. Sadness swept over her when she closed the door and looked around the room. Parker’s scent still lingered, and the makeshift dinner table remained, a reminder of a wonderful night that had ended in a disaster.
Parker had no idea who she was, since he couldn’t see her face. Her name would be the only clue to give her secret away. Kelly tried pushing him out of her mind but only half-succeeded. She began picking up the rest of the papers on the floor. God, she had enough on her mind as it was. The last thing she needed was to tangle herself in another relationship that had zero possibility of working.
The media would be all over him, no doubt. Once they found out she was involved in any way with him, they’d dig up anything they could about him, and it wouldn’t be pretty. His blindness would thrust him into an ugly limelight, which just might hurt him even more—not a place she wanted him to be.
And what made her think that, even if she and Parker had a connection, things would work out between them? She and Matthew had a connection, too, and where had it led them? Besides, she was done being on the tabloid’s front cover. Her baby’s death had been plastered in every single one without consideration for her privacy or even her grief.
Kelly opened her monogrammed LV trunk and yanked out a cream tank top and pink boxers before proceeding to the bathroom for a quick shower. Her skin still tingled from Parker’s touch, and it was a shame she had to wash the remnants of their lovemaking from her body.
There was one thing she had been trying not to think of until that moment. As much as she’d enjoyed their moment together, the whole “wait for my orders, say the safeword” thing had scared her. “What the hell was that about?” she said aloud while she toweled off.
Walking toward the bathroom sink, Kelly wiped the steam off the mirror and caught a glimpse of her reflection. She hadn’t lied to him about the color of her hair, her eyes, or her countless freckles. What she’d left out was her true identity. Not a good start if she wanted a relationship with him.
“But there won’t be any relationship, considering the way things ended tonight!” she shot back and stomped out of the bathroom.
She glared at the clock and groaned. Two in the morning. Jessica would have a hissy fit when she saw the big bags underneath Kelly’s eyes later. Powering on her laptop, she climbed into bed and settled in. Images of Parker kissing her and touching her in all right places began replaying in her mind. Remembering his stimulating hands on her body brought back another wave of desire she couldn’t stop. She wasn’t a prude by any measure, but Parker had awakened new and sensitive areas in her that she’d never known existed.
When the Google search engine popped up, she typed his name. Articles upon articles showed up with his picture, but one in particular caught her eye. The piece was an interview with a former lover, it seemed. The woman, whose face she recognized, had given an interview about what being in bed with Parker was like. She spoke about his dominance and how he wanted “control in the bedroom.” This made Kelly pause and think about what she had with Parker. She had no idea what they’d just done or the name of the process he’d used. She keyed each term until several options came up. Clicking on one, she began reading. By the time she’d finished the article, her heart was racing and zooming along information highway overload. She read some more. An increasing sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. Kelly had no idea what she was reading, or if she could even trust the information on the Internet.
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She stopped herself from following. Offering help would insult him even further. Sadness swept over her when she closed the door and looked around the room. Parker’s scent still lingered, and the makeshift dinner table remained, a reminder of a wonderful night that had ended in a disaster.
Parker had no idea who she was, since he couldn’t see her face. Her name would be the only clue to give her secret away. Kelly tried pushing him out of her mind but only half-succeeded. She began picking up the rest of the papers on the floor. God, she had enough on her mind as it was. The last thing she needed was to tangle herself in another relationship that had zero possibility of working.
The media would be all over him, no doubt. Once they found out she was involved in any way with him, they’d dig up anything they could about him, and it wouldn’t be pretty. His blindness would thrust him into an ugly limelight, which just might hurt him even more—not a place she wanted him to be.
And what made her think that, even if she and Parker had a connection, things would work out between them? She and Matthew had a connection, too, and where had it led them? Besides, she was done being on the tabloid’s front cover. Her baby’s death had been plastered in every single one without consideration for her privacy or even her grief.
Kelly opened her monogrammed LV trunk and yanked out a cream tank top and pink boxers before proceeding to the bathroom for a quick shower. Her skin still tingled from Parker’s touch, and it was a shame she had to wash the remnants of their lovemaking from her body.
There was one thing she had been trying not to think of until that moment. As much as she’d enjoyed their moment together, the whole “wait for my orders, say the safeword” thing had scared her. “What the hell was that about?” she said aloud while she toweled off.
Walking toward the bathroom sink, Kelly wiped the steam off the mirror and caught a glimpse of her reflection. She hadn’t lied to him about the color of her hair, her eyes, or her countless freckles. What she’d left out was her true identity. Not a good start if she wanted a relationship with him.
“But there won’t be any relationship, considering the way things ended tonight!” she shot back and stomped out of the bathroom.
She glared at the clock and groaned. Two in the morning. Jessica would have a hissy fit when she saw the big bags underneath Kelly’s eyes later. Powering on her laptop, she climbed into bed and settled in. Images of Parker kissing her and touching her in all right places began replaying in her mind. Remembering his stimulating hands on her body brought back another wave of desire she couldn’t stop. She wasn’t a prude by any measure, but Parker had awakened new and sensitive areas in her that she’d never known existed.
When the Google search engine popped up, she typed his name. Articles upon articles showed up with his picture, but one in particular caught her eye. The piece was an interview with a former lover, it seemed. The woman, whose face she recognized, had given an interview about what being in bed with Parker was like. She spoke about his dominance and how he wanted “control in the bedroom.” This made Kelly pause and think about what she had with Parker. She had no idea what they’d just done or the name of the process he’d used. She keyed each term until several options came up. Clicking on one, she began reading. By the time she’d finished the article, her heart was racing and zooming along information highway overload. She read some more. An increasing sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. Kelly had no idea what she was reading, or if she could even trust the information on the Internet.
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