even respect me enough to call me in the morning was not an option. I had to stay the course, knowing my pay-off would come later in life when I would be rewarded with a six-figure salary, making the sacrifice worthwhile.
“Did you have any fun? Like any at all? Your life sounds like it was a major snore.” Dan yawned, punctuating his stance. His arm grazed mine as he moved. My bed wasn’t huge, and his large body took up much of the space as he sat beside me.
“I had plenty of fun. I didn’t have to degrade myself to do it either. Aren’t you a little sick of being a crotch hound? Is that what you want on your headstone? Here lies Dan Evans, spent his life in between the legs of women.”
Dan stretched his arms and folded them at the back of his neck, the colorful canvas of his breathtakingly chiseled torso flexing with his movements. He noticed my eyes dip and gave me a satisfied smile.
“I’d die happy that’s for sure.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, his pleasure evident. “Can you preorder headstones? I’m thinking that would be a good one, and I don’t want to forget and then someone write something lame.”
“Are you ever serious? Even for like a minute?” Something told me he wasn’t joking and somewhere in his mind he was leaving a mental note to commission said headstone. How this man had gotten so far in life was bewildering to me. I refused to believe that his good looks had paved his way to an easier life, that shit would just not be fair.
“Why? So I can conform to whatever fucked-up idea you have in your head? There are plenty of people who like me just the way I am. I see no point changing.”
Dan grinned, edging closer to me with a complete disregard for my personal space. He invaded my safe bubble of insulation, dipping his chin so his face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath tickle my skin as he studied me with his dark brown eyes. Their warmth gave me tingles in places, places I’d love to see him peering up at me from. My breathing deepened as I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra. What? I wasn’t sure if I was angrier at my erotic thoughts or my traitorous body.
“You are making my head hurt.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, affording me the slight physical distance I required to think straight, ’cause if I looked at his eyes any longer I was probably going to kiss him. I hated the lack of control I apparently seemed to exercise when I was around him. Why could I not remember? “I can’t believe I slept with you. Please tell me we at least used protection?”
“You don’t remember last night? Not even a little bit?” His voice sounded skeptical, almost incredulous before he barked out a laugh. “Now who is being offensive?”
“Now is not the time for me to pad your ego. No, I told you. I don’t remember last night. I’m sorry if that ruins your reputation but you have at least one dissatisfied customer.”
I couldn’t admit that while I couldn’t remember, I wasn’t halfway near as pissed as I was pretending to be. It was bad enough those feelings were waging a war inside my head, battling between high fiving my drunken self for bedding one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen, and the disgust I allowed myself to slip into the cliché of being another notch in his belt. Stupid girl. He’s never going to respect you. How could I have given it up so easily?
“Oh you are so wrong.” He leaned closer ignoring my knee barrier. “I have never left a woman dissatisfied.”
I swallowed. All that skin, and he had to be naked underneath that towel. Somewhere, digging deep, I found a small pocket of bravado.
“There is a first time for everything. Don’t take it too hard, I’m sure there will be someone just around the corner to scream your name and be thankful. Sorry, but you won’t be finding gratitude here.”
“You really have no idea, do you?” He narrowed his eyes, as if weighing my words for the first time this
“Did you have any fun? Like any at all? Your life sounds like it was a major snore.” Dan yawned, punctuating his stance. His arm grazed mine as he moved. My bed wasn’t huge, and his large body took up much of the space as he sat beside me.
“I had plenty of fun. I didn’t have to degrade myself to do it either. Aren’t you a little sick of being a crotch hound? Is that what you want on your headstone? Here lies Dan Evans, spent his life in between the legs of women.”
Dan stretched his arms and folded them at the back of his neck, the colorful canvas of his breathtakingly chiseled torso flexing with his movements. He noticed my eyes dip and gave me a satisfied smile.
“I’d die happy that’s for sure.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, his pleasure evident. “Can you preorder headstones? I’m thinking that would be a good one, and I don’t want to forget and then someone write something lame.”
“Are you ever serious? Even for like a minute?” Something told me he wasn’t joking and somewhere in his mind he was leaving a mental note to commission said headstone. How this man had gotten so far in life was bewildering to me. I refused to believe that his good looks had paved his way to an easier life, that shit would just not be fair.
“Why? So I can conform to whatever fucked-up idea you have in your head? There are plenty of people who like me just the way I am. I see no point changing.”
Dan grinned, edging closer to me with a complete disregard for my personal space. He invaded my safe bubble of insulation, dipping his chin so his face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath tickle my skin as he studied me with his dark brown eyes. Their warmth gave me tingles in places, places I’d love to see him peering up at me from. My breathing deepened as I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra. What? I wasn’t sure if I was angrier at my erotic thoughts or my traitorous body.
“You are making my head hurt.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, affording me the slight physical distance I required to think straight, ’cause if I looked at his eyes any longer I was probably going to kiss him. I hated the lack of control I apparently seemed to exercise when I was around him. Why could I not remember? “I can’t believe I slept with you. Please tell me we at least used protection?”
“You don’t remember last night? Not even a little bit?” His voice sounded skeptical, almost incredulous before he barked out a laugh. “Now who is being offensive?”
“Now is not the time for me to pad your ego. No, I told you. I don’t remember last night. I’m sorry if that ruins your reputation but you have at least one dissatisfied customer.”
I couldn’t admit that while I couldn’t remember, I wasn’t halfway near as pissed as I was pretending to be. It was bad enough those feelings were waging a war inside my head, battling between high fiving my drunken self for bedding one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen, and the disgust I allowed myself to slip into the cliché of being another notch in his belt. Stupid girl. He’s never going to respect you. How could I have given it up so easily?
“Oh you are so wrong.” He leaned closer ignoring my knee barrier. “I have never left a woman dissatisfied.”
I swallowed. All that skin, and he had to be naked underneath that towel. Somewhere, digging deep, I found a small pocket of bravado.
“There is a first time for everything. Don’t take it too hard, I’m sure there will be someone just around the corner to scream your name and be thankful. Sorry, but you won’t be finding gratitude here.”
“You really have no idea, do you?” He narrowed his eyes, as if weighing my words for the first time this
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