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on the other side of the cabin.
He was going to fix this. Nights like last night didn’t happen often, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her get away from him that easily, not until he had some answers. In the meantime, he had some quick thinking to do.
Chapter Eight
W hen Stacey guided her chair back into the bedroom, Johnny was gone. She wasn’t surprised, but she was a little disappointed. What had she expected, him to be there waiting for her? Why the hell would he? They’d had their night, and now that he knew the truth, an encore was most likely not in the cards.
Hating how much that thought hurt, Stacey pushed her way over toward the far wall, where her suitcase sat on a folding chair. How ironic was it that the guest room Lina had given her – the only one on the first floor – was his ?
Stacey made up her mind to relocate to a different room. His presence permeated this one, in the deep, rich brown and green color scheme and the golden oak wood furniture. And it was definitely his scent she’d smelled on the clothes in the closet and on the pillows.
Too make matters worse, now she smelled like him, too. It was unfortunate that she hadn’t thought to take her own personal care products into the bathroom with her earlier; she’d been in such a rush to get out of there before she did something really stupid, like cry in front of him.
Crying was something she rarely did, so her earlier impromptu jag surprised her a little. Like the impulsive epic sex with a guy she’d just met, she was going to blame it on a moment of weakness and an overabundance of rampant female hormones, and move on. What had happened had happened. It was unexpected. It was awesome.
And it was now officially over .
Stacey rummaged in her suitcase for deodorant, then sprayed herself with a bit more than usual. She followed that up with a generous application of her favorite body butter along her arms and legs. It didn’t completely eradicate the smell of his manly scent, but it did manage to mask it enough for her brain to function again. It was a common cliché that men often bypassed intelligent reasoning and thought with their dicks, but she’d just proven that women were just as fallible when it came right down to it. She let her lust override her common sense, and now she had to face the music.
Almost as an afterthought, Stacey squeezed one more drop of the thick lotion onto her finger, then swiped it directly above her lip until all she could smell was the crisp, clean scent of cherry blossoms.
Wearing her own clothes and her favorite fragrance, she felt better equipped to deal with whatever awaited her beyond the bedroom door. He was still around; she could hear the occasional sounds of someone moving around the kitchen, and the footfalls were too heavy to be Lina’s. With a deep breath, Stacey pulled up her metaphorical big girl panties and gathered what remained of her self-respect. She hoped she wouldn’t see regret in his eyes when she faced him, but if she did, she’d deal with it.
It was pity she couldn’t abide.
She gathered up her few belongings and placed them in her lap. Too bad this was the only bedroom that didn’t require the use of stairs to get to. She’d figure something out. She’d sleep under the goddamned stars if she had to, but she would not spend another night in his room.
That U-shaped sofa in the living room was pretty comfortable, and was placed near enough to the floor-to-ceiling windows that it would afford a spectacular view in the evening. That would do. There were only one or two steps into the sunken area where it sat, and Kyle had already rigged up a makeshift ramp for her.
Opening the door to begin her roll of shame, her senses were assaulted by the heavenly scent of bacon, eggs, toast, and that nectar of the gods, fresh coffee. Her stomach grumbled loudly, reminding her that her physical exploits had long since burned off last night’s sandwich.
Oh sweet Mary,
He was going to fix this. Nights like last night didn’t happen often, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her get away from him that easily, not until he had some answers. In the meantime, he had some quick thinking to do.
Chapter Eight
W hen Stacey guided her chair back into the bedroom, Johnny was gone. She wasn’t surprised, but she was a little disappointed. What had she expected, him to be there waiting for her? Why the hell would he? They’d had their night, and now that he knew the truth, an encore was most likely not in the cards.
Hating how much that thought hurt, Stacey pushed her way over toward the far wall, where her suitcase sat on a folding chair. How ironic was it that the guest room Lina had given her – the only one on the first floor – was his ?
Stacey made up her mind to relocate to a different room. His presence permeated this one, in the deep, rich brown and green color scheme and the golden oak wood furniture. And it was definitely his scent she’d smelled on the clothes in the closet and on the pillows.
Too make matters worse, now she smelled like him, too. It was unfortunate that she hadn’t thought to take her own personal care products into the bathroom with her earlier; she’d been in such a rush to get out of there before she did something really stupid, like cry in front of him.
Crying was something she rarely did, so her earlier impromptu jag surprised her a little. Like the impulsive epic sex with a guy she’d just met, she was going to blame it on a moment of weakness and an overabundance of rampant female hormones, and move on. What had happened had happened. It was unexpected. It was awesome.
And it was now officially over .
Stacey rummaged in her suitcase for deodorant, then sprayed herself with a bit more than usual. She followed that up with a generous application of her favorite body butter along her arms and legs. It didn’t completely eradicate the smell of his manly scent, but it did manage to mask it enough for her brain to function again. It was a common cliché that men often bypassed intelligent reasoning and thought with their dicks, but she’d just proven that women were just as fallible when it came right down to it. She let her lust override her common sense, and now she had to face the music.
Almost as an afterthought, Stacey squeezed one more drop of the thick lotion onto her finger, then swiped it directly above her lip until all she could smell was the crisp, clean scent of cherry blossoms.
Wearing her own clothes and her favorite fragrance, she felt better equipped to deal with whatever awaited her beyond the bedroom door. He was still around; she could hear the occasional sounds of someone moving around the kitchen, and the footfalls were too heavy to be Lina’s. With a deep breath, Stacey pulled up her metaphorical big girl panties and gathered what remained of her self-respect. She hoped she wouldn’t see regret in his eyes when she faced him, but if she did, she’d deal with it.
It was pity she couldn’t abide.
She gathered up her few belongings and placed them in her lap. Too bad this was the only bedroom that didn’t require the use of stairs to get to. She’d figure something out. She’d sleep under the goddamned stars if she had to, but she would not spend another night in his room.
That U-shaped sofa in the living room was pretty comfortable, and was placed near enough to the floor-to-ceiling windows that it would afford a spectacular view in the evening. That would do. There were only one or two steps into the sunken area where it sat, and Kyle had already rigged up a makeshift ramp for her.
Opening the door to begin her roll of shame, her senses were assaulted by the heavenly scent of bacon, eggs, toast, and that nectar of the gods, fresh coffee. Her stomach grumbled loudly, reminding her that her physical exploits had long since burned off last night’s sandwich.
Oh sweet Mary,
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