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her body to her bare feet and then right back up again to her face. ‘So why did you need to crash here?’
‘I had a little too much wine last night and it’s not a good look for a GP to be caught drink-driving, is it?’ Anna decided he didn’t need to know the gory details about the real reason for her escape from the city, her reasons for wanting to run.
‘No, I guess not.’
‘People like you – reporters – would put it on the news.’
He shrugged. ‘That depends.’
‘And just a mention of something like that could ruin someone’s reputation and potentially their whole life. Something like that can never be taken back. It would be like a black mark against them forever.’
‘It could be.’
‘Even if it’s something they really regret doing,’ Anna said.
‘Mmm.’ Joe looked like he was taking mental notes of everything Anna was saying. ‘Regret?’
Regret. Yes, that’s what this emotion was, she decided. It was regret that was sending a shimmer all the way down her spine to her toes.
‘And it goes with saying that it’s actually quite dangerous as well.’
Joe nodded. ‘Dangerous. Yes, very dangerous.’
A loud drip from the shower echoed from the bathroom behind Anna, like a metronome counting the seconds of silence between them.
‘It’s good to see you,’ he said finally, and then he was so close she could see the soft fullness of his lower lip and the blond of his eyelashes that made his shining eyes look even brighter.
Merda .
Anna felt it like an electric shock. That chemistry they had, the combustible something that had flared between them the night of the wedding, was still there. It was in his smile, in his eyes. It was in the way her chest tightened when he looked at her. It was in the sound of his voice and the tease of his words. When she squeezed her eyes closed, all she could see was him naked and her fingers twitched with the memory of his body next to hers. And everything came back to her in a rush. The dancing, bodies tight against each other. The kissing, tongues roaming and his fingers twisting in her hair. The sex, his hands on her breasts, hers on his chest. His body, so hard and strong beneath her as she’d straddled him, groaning and moving against him. She tried to swallow the memory that was stuck in her throat like a fish bone.
She’d had sex with Joe to help her forget Alex. Hadn’t she?
Now, anger and humiliation and lust plummeted to the pit of her stomach and swirled around together like primordial ooze. She wasn’t sure which man she was supposed to be feeling guilty about.
Anna looked at Joe again, hoping the reality of seeing him would sweep away the distorted memories and help her get a grip on reality. But the soft expression in his eyes had her questioning if Joe was also remembering their night together. And in the smile on his lips and in his eyes, she didn’t see guilt or regret or shame. She was seeing something else entirely.
She wanted to curse herself. This was insane. She had to get her head on straight. She wasn’t a free spirit. She was who she was. And one-night stands were not part of her repertoire. She wasn’t built for them. She’d have to write Joe off as a mistake, an error of judgment. She didn’t make mistakes often, in fact, she made it a practice to avoid them at all costs, but when she made one, she made it big. And handsome.
Joe reached out a hand in her direction. He was about to touch her again and Anna suddenly felt completely uncertain about how she would react if his fingers landed on her skin. There was only one thing to do. She bolted.
‘I’ve gotta go.’ With a quick move, Anna sidestepped into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and held her head in her hands.
Good girls, sensible girls, didn’t put themselves in situations like this.
Wasn’t she that good girl? She’d always believed she was, had liked being that person and had willingly
‘I had a little too much wine last night and it’s not a good look for a GP to be caught drink-driving, is it?’ Anna decided he didn’t need to know the gory details about the real reason for her escape from the city, her reasons for wanting to run.
‘No, I guess not.’
‘People like you – reporters – would put it on the news.’
He shrugged. ‘That depends.’
‘And just a mention of something like that could ruin someone’s reputation and potentially their whole life. Something like that can never be taken back. It would be like a black mark against them forever.’
‘It could be.’
‘Even if it’s something they really regret doing,’ Anna said.
‘Mmm.’ Joe looked like he was taking mental notes of everything Anna was saying. ‘Regret?’
Regret. Yes, that’s what this emotion was, she decided. It was regret that was sending a shimmer all the way down her spine to her toes.
‘And it goes with saying that it’s actually quite dangerous as well.’
Joe nodded. ‘Dangerous. Yes, very dangerous.’
A loud drip from the shower echoed from the bathroom behind Anna, like a metronome counting the seconds of silence between them.
‘It’s good to see you,’ he said finally, and then he was so close she could see the soft fullness of his lower lip and the blond of his eyelashes that made his shining eyes look even brighter.
Merda .
Anna felt it like an electric shock. That chemistry they had, the combustible something that had flared between them the night of the wedding, was still there. It was in his smile, in his eyes. It was in the way her chest tightened when he looked at her. It was in the sound of his voice and the tease of his words. When she squeezed her eyes closed, all she could see was him naked and her fingers twitched with the memory of his body next to hers. And everything came back to her in a rush. The dancing, bodies tight against each other. The kissing, tongues roaming and his fingers twisting in her hair. The sex, his hands on her breasts, hers on his chest. His body, so hard and strong beneath her as she’d straddled him, groaning and moving against him. She tried to swallow the memory that was stuck in her throat like a fish bone.
She’d had sex with Joe to help her forget Alex. Hadn’t she?
Now, anger and humiliation and lust plummeted to the pit of her stomach and swirled around together like primordial ooze. She wasn’t sure which man she was supposed to be feeling guilty about.
Anna looked at Joe again, hoping the reality of seeing him would sweep away the distorted memories and help her get a grip on reality. But the soft expression in his eyes had her questioning if Joe was also remembering their night together. And in the smile on his lips and in his eyes, she didn’t see guilt or regret or shame. She was seeing something else entirely.
She wanted to curse herself. This was insane. She had to get her head on straight. She wasn’t a free spirit. She was who she was. And one-night stands were not part of her repertoire. She wasn’t built for them. She’d have to write Joe off as a mistake, an error of judgment. She didn’t make mistakes often, in fact, she made it a practice to avoid them at all costs, but when she made one, she made it big. And handsome.
Joe reached out a hand in her direction. He was about to touch her again and Anna suddenly felt completely uncertain about how she would react if his fingers landed on her skin. There was only one thing to do. She bolted.
‘I’ve gotta go.’ With a quick move, Anna sidestepped into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and held her head in her hands.
Good girls, sensible girls, didn’t put themselves in situations like this.
Wasn’t she that good girl? She’d always believed she was, had liked being that person and had willingly
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