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Authors: M. S. Parker
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clutched her to me, holding her tight as we rode the wave of pleasure together. For several long moments, nothing existed but us.
As we came down, I rolled us over, pulling her with me. I held her even as our bodies cooled, trying to keep myself from thinking about anything else, because I knew when I did, it wouldn't be good.
I'd taken advantage of her. Glorious, strong, independent Leighton, and I had used a moment of weakness, her depth of sorrow, to slake my overwhelming need for her.
The peace dissolved and I felt the sting of guilt take its place.
Chapter 8
Leighton
I knew before I opened my eyes that Haze was gone. The bed was cool against my bare skin, and there was no heavy weight drawing me to the center of the mattress. He hadn't run right away this time, so I'd thought, hoped, that maybe it would be different. He'd held me afterwards, curled close to his body, our skin contoured along every line. I'd felt safe, protected, and I'd actually fallen asleep easier than I had in years.
Even though I knew he was gone, I kept my eyes closed, and told myself it didn't matter. How could it when I'd gotten exactly what I wanted? If he'd been beside me, it would only be awkward. He was still my bodyguard, my employee. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to tell him what to do. Especially when it was doing something he didn't want to do. And how could I go out to a club, find some hot guy to dance with, bring home, if he was watching?
The pink morning light slipped in through the side window as I finally pried open an eyelid. I hadn't realized it was morning. We'd slept together all night.
I looked around, not wanting to hope that Haze was just in the shower, getting dressed. The bathroom door was open, but I could see his army-issue duffel bag still sitting on the floor.
A rush of relief went through me when I realized he hadn't left completely. That would've been a foolish thing for me to think. He worked for me, after all. He couldn't just up and leave, could he? The relief, however, annoyed me. I didn't want to be relieved that Haze was still around.
I sat up and sighed. Ian. Haze. Grandfather. I had too much in my head.
Movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. A piece of paper fluttered on an otherwise naked refrigerator front. I got up, not even bothering to wrap my sarong around me before I sauntered over to read what Haze wrote. Without acknowledging it, I was bracing myself for what was coming.
It's not what you think. We need breakfast.
Please forgive me.
Haze
The bubble of anger burst in my chest, surprising me. He assumed to know what I would think? Arrogant prick. Except I knew what he was thinking, so did that make me just as arrogant? He thought he'd taken advantage of the poor, fragile little girl he was supposed to protect. What he didn't realize was I used him. I'd wanted comfort, and he'd been there. That was all there was to it.
I grabbed my bikini from the floor as I wrapped my sarong around me. It barely covered me as I marched down the stairs and across the driveway. I almost hoped he'd come right up the driveway. When he didn't appear, I slammed the front door behind me and locked it before heading to the shower. I was done thinking about Haze and his hot-cold shit.
In no time at all, I'd selected a sexy sundress that mixed a revealing neckline with an innocent print in the perfect way. I clipped my hair back with plain gold barrettes and didn't bother to dry it. The sun would dry it soon enough, and the curls could take care of themselves.
Like me, I thought.
I lingered for a few minutes over my make-up. There were days I skipped it altogether, but today I wanted to make sure everything was accentuated. When I was done, my eyes were huge, and my red lips puckered in an invincible smirk. I was dressed to kill.
When I was done, I fully expected Haze to be waiting outside, but he wasn't there. I frowned as I peeked out at the driveway. Where had he gone for
As we came down, I rolled us over, pulling her with me. I held her even as our bodies cooled, trying to keep myself from thinking about anything else, because I knew when I did, it wouldn't be good.
I'd taken advantage of her. Glorious, strong, independent Leighton, and I had used a moment of weakness, her depth of sorrow, to slake my overwhelming need for her.
The peace dissolved and I felt the sting of guilt take its place.
Chapter 8
Leighton
I knew before I opened my eyes that Haze was gone. The bed was cool against my bare skin, and there was no heavy weight drawing me to the center of the mattress. He hadn't run right away this time, so I'd thought, hoped, that maybe it would be different. He'd held me afterwards, curled close to his body, our skin contoured along every line. I'd felt safe, protected, and I'd actually fallen asleep easier than I had in years.
Even though I knew he was gone, I kept my eyes closed, and told myself it didn't matter. How could it when I'd gotten exactly what I wanted? If he'd been beside me, it would only be awkward. He was still my bodyguard, my employee. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to tell him what to do. Especially when it was doing something he didn't want to do. And how could I go out to a club, find some hot guy to dance with, bring home, if he was watching?
The pink morning light slipped in through the side window as I finally pried open an eyelid. I hadn't realized it was morning. We'd slept together all night.
I looked around, not wanting to hope that Haze was just in the shower, getting dressed. The bathroom door was open, but I could see his army-issue duffel bag still sitting on the floor.
A rush of relief went through me when I realized he hadn't left completely. That would've been a foolish thing for me to think. He worked for me, after all. He couldn't just up and leave, could he? The relief, however, annoyed me. I didn't want to be relieved that Haze was still around.
I sat up and sighed. Ian. Haze. Grandfather. I had too much in my head.
Movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. A piece of paper fluttered on an otherwise naked refrigerator front. I got up, not even bothering to wrap my sarong around me before I sauntered over to read what Haze wrote. Without acknowledging it, I was bracing myself for what was coming.
It's not what you think. We need breakfast.
Please forgive me.
Haze
The bubble of anger burst in my chest, surprising me. He assumed to know what I would think? Arrogant prick. Except I knew what he was thinking, so did that make me just as arrogant? He thought he'd taken advantage of the poor, fragile little girl he was supposed to protect. What he didn't realize was I used him. I'd wanted comfort, and he'd been there. That was all there was to it.
I grabbed my bikini from the floor as I wrapped my sarong around me. It barely covered me as I marched down the stairs and across the driveway. I almost hoped he'd come right up the driveway. When he didn't appear, I slammed the front door behind me and locked it before heading to the shower. I was done thinking about Haze and his hot-cold shit.
In no time at all, I'd selected a sexy sundress that mixed a revealing neckline with an innocent print in the perfect way. I clipped my hair back with plain gold barrettes and didn't bother to dry it. The sun would dry it soon enough, and the curls could take care of themselves.
Like me, I thought.
I lingered for a few minutes over my make-up. There were days I skipped it altogether, but today I wanted to make sure everything was accentuated. When I was done, my eyes were huge, and my red lips puckered in an invincible smirk. I was dressed to kill.
When I was done, I fully expected Haze to be waiting outside, but he wasn't there. I frowned as I peeked out at the driveway. Where had he gone for
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