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bar in Las Vegas, and then by the courthouse in Prescott? Was she another one of Creed’s past conquests? Did he have some kind of relationship with her now?
And the truth was, she did barely know him.
She brought her hand up and put it over his, stopping him, as she met his gaze. “I’m sorry, Creed.” She stared into his eyes that searched her own. “I—I think maybe this is a mistake. I’m letting my desire for you cloud my judgment.”
She lowered her head, looking away from him. He caught her by the chin and raised her head back up to meet his gaze. “The last thing I want you to do is regret any time we spend together, Danica. I want you to have only good thoughts when you think of us.”
“Thank you,” she said.
He gave her a soft smile as he started re-buttoning her blouse. “Not saying it’s easy, but I understand and I only want what’s right for you. And what’s right for you is what’s right for both of us.”
“I think I need to take a shower now.” She stepped back. “But the bathroom door is going to be closed and locked this time.”
He gave a low laugh. “That is definitely the smart thing to do.”
She gave him a quick kiss then sat on the edge of the bed to take off her boots.
“Let me.” He grasped her boot by the heel and tugged it off and set it aside, then did the same with her other boot.
“Thank you.” She smiled at him then peeled off her socks and carried them to the bag she was using for her dirty clothes.
She went to the wardrobe where she’d hung up a few things that she’d brought with her in her duffel bag. This morning, before the bull riding event, she’d ironed the dress she’d picked out. It was a pretty royal blue eyelet western dress, the blue a compliment to the blue of her eyes. She avoided Creed’s gaze as he watched her select black panties with a matching black bra and take them into the bathroom with her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Creed… She didn’t trust herself. So she locked the door behind her to avoid temptation for either of them. The tiled floor was cool beneath her feet as she started to take off her blouse. She could almost feel the brush of Creed’s knuckles as she unbuttoned her blouse and her heart rate picked up.
She swallowed and tried to turn her thoughts away from what she and Creed had almost done.
“Thank God for keeping my head on straight.” She sighed as she looked in the mirror. “You just about made a big mistake, Danica.”
She unbuckled her belt and slipped it out of the belt loops before stripping out of her jeans and then her panties and bra and going to the shower.
As she turned on the water and let it run until it was warm, she tried not to think about Creed, naked, beneath the same showerhead that she was about to step under. She was tempted to bang her head against the shower’s tiled wall but it wouldn’t do her any good to get headache. Or would it?
She rolled her eyes and stepped under the spray to take a nice, long, warm shower.
* * * * *
Danica's long dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders as she walked with Creed into the dancehall and her western dress swirled around her legs and the top of her boots. He touched her elbow as he escorted her inside. They’d just had dinner at a great steakhouse and she was full.
Large wood-bladed fans hung from the open-beamed ceiling, stirring the air, and it smelled like fresh paint and sawdust. The interior walls had been painted a glossy brick red and the floor was concrete with sawdust scattered over it.
Loud country-western music filled the place and the dance floor was packed. Creed took Danica by the hand and shouldered his way through the crowd surrounding the dance floor. She wasn’t sure exactly where they were going, but she liked the way her hand felt in his large one. She was a tall woman at five-eight but he made her feel petite.
Men and women greeted him, men slapping him on the back and congratulating him on his
And the truth was, she did barely know him.
She brought her hand up and put it over his, stopping him, as she met his gaze. “I’m sorry, Creed.” She stared into his eyes that searched her own. “I—I think maybe this is a mistake. I’m letting my desire for you cloud my judgment.”
She lowered her head, looking away from him. He caught her by the chin and raised her head back up to meet his gaze. “The last thing I want you to do is regret any time we spend together, Danica. I want you to have only good thoughts when you think of us.”
“Thank you,” she said.
He gave her a soft smile as he started re-buttoning her blouse. “Not saying it’s easy, but I understand and I only want what’s right for you. And what’s right for you is what’s right for both of us.”
“I think I need to take a shower now.” She stepped back. “But the bathroom door is going to be closed and locked this time.”
He gave a low laugh. “That is definitely the smart thing to do.”
She gave him a quick kiss then sat on the edge of the bed to take off her boots.
“Let me.” He grasped her boot by the heel and tugged it off and set it aside, then did the same with her other boot.
“Thank you.” She smiled at him then peeled off her socks and carried them to the bag she was using for her dirty clothes.
She went to the wardrobe where she’d hung up a few things that she’d brought with her in her duffel bag. This morning, before the bull riding event, she’d ironed the dress she’d picked out. It was a pretty royal blue eyelet western dress, the blue a compliment to the blue of her eyes. She avoided Creed’s gaze as he watched her select black panties with a matching black bra and take them into the bathroom with her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Creed… She didn’t trust herself. So she locked the door behind her to avoid temptation for either of them. The tiled floor was cool beneath her feet as she started to take off her blouse. She could almost feel the brush of Creed’s knuckles as she unbuttoned her blouse and her heart rate picked up.
She swallowed and tried to turn her thoughts away from what she and Creed had almost done.
“Thank God for keeping my head on straight.” She sighed as she looked in the mirror. “You just about made a big mistake, Danica.”
She unbuckled her belt and slipped it out of the belt loops before stripping out of her jeans and then her panties and bra and going to the shower.
As she turned on the water and let it run until it was warm, she tried not to think about Creed, naked, beneath the same showerhead that she was about to step under. She was tempted to bang her head against the shower’s tiled wall but it wouldn’t do her any good to get headache. Or would it?
She rolled her eyes and stepped under the spray to take a nice, long, warm shower.
* * * * *
Danica's long dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders as she walked with Creed into the dancehall and her western dress swirled around her legs and the top of her boots. He touched her elbow as he escorted her inside. They’d just had dinner at a great steakhouse and she was full.
Large wood-bladed fans hung from the open-beamed ceiling, stirring the air, and it smelled like fresh paint and sawdust. The interior walls had been painted a glossy brick red and the floor was concrete with sawdust scattered over it.
Loud country-western music filled the place and the dance floor was packed. Creed took Danica by the hand and shouldered his way through the crowd surrounding the dance floor. She wasn’t sure exactly where they were going, but she liked the way her hand felt in his large one. She was a tall woman at five-eight but he made her feel petite.
Men and women greeted him, men slapping him on the back and congratulating him on his
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