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That’s what I hear.” He moved to join her, then whispered. “Didn’t you get my email? Not interested.”
“Don’t get your boxers in a bunch. This isn’t the girl from the photos I sent. This is someone else. I’ll introduce you, and you can take it from there.”
“You don’t get it. Rachel said she works at the school. That makes this awkward. If I’m not interested in her or if she doesn’t like me, then it’s an embarrassing situation for you, Rachel, and the teacher. Not good. Now I feel obligated to take her out.”
As he finished the last remark, he was thankful he’d kept his voice quiet, because the guest appeared in the doorway. He lost his breath and excitement stirred his groin. She was knockout gorgeous.
She gave a slow flutter of her lashes, then licked her lips, and stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Vanessa Collins. It’s nice to meet you.”
Four different positions of how he wanted to have sex with her flashed in his mind at lightning speed. Damn, he was horny and from her come-and-get me look, so was she.
~~*~~
Later that night, he marked two of those sex fantasies off his list. The beauty lay naked beside him, breathing steady and even. Her long blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, her face relaxed. Vanessa was bright and focused on her career. She’d just moved to the area and gotten hired for the fall term at Rachel’s school. She was also energetic in bed. Something he appreciated.
She opened her eyes and yawned. “Is it morning?”
“No. You want a drink? Soda, wine, beer?”
“Wine, please.”
He swung his feet to the floor and pulled on his pajama pants. “Be right back.” A few minutes later, he returned with two glasses already filled and offered one.
She lifted to a sitting position and piled pillows behind her back. “I hope we can do this again sometime.”
He’d hoped to do it again within the next hour. “Sure. How’s Saturday night? There’s this great little restaurant a few blocks from here.”
She took a long, slow sip then puckered her lips. “I’m not interested in dating. I’m engaged.”
He choked on his wine. “What?”
“Don’t worry. He won’t come charging through the door or hunt you down. He’s in Iraq. Been there eight months. I love him, but I need sex every now and again.”
Dak’s stomach churned. He’d done a tour in Iraq and saw guys get Dear John letters and how it ripped them apart. “Get out.”
She sat straighter. “What?”
“You heard me. I thought you were unattached.”
She scooted to the side of the bed, set her glass on the nightstand, and dressed. “Good grief. I haven’t led you on. I made it clear I’m not interested in a relationship.”
“After the fact.”
“Well, would it make you feel better if I said I was fantasizing about him the entire time you were on top of me?”
“God. I can’t believe you. Just go.” He turned and left the room because he couldn’t stand to look at her another minute. Cold sweat beaded above his lip and a flashback he’d not had in months came in Technicolor. He shivered, and then went to get a glass of whiskey.
An hour later, he was still awake with Vanessa on his mind. The casual sex meant nothing to her, but to her fiancé, it’d mean everything. The guy would blame Dak, and he’d been down that road. It was one he didn’t care to travel again. He understood that whole Karma thing and hoped Karma understood his innocence.
The next morning, he went into the bathroom and started the shower. Placing his palms flat against the wall, hot water rained on him. He wished he could wash Vanessa out of his brain, but the thrust of her body, the touch of her hands, and the sound of her sighs drummed in his head. The one thing he hated most in life was a liar. She’d lied by omission, but in his book that carried the same weight as blatant deceit.
He stepped out of the stall and dried himself off, then wiped the mirror with his forearm. Bloodshot
“Don’t get your boxers in a bunch. This isn’t the girl from the photos I sent. This is someone else. I’ll introduce you, and you can take it from there.”
“You don’t get it. Rachel said she works at the school. That makes this awkward. If I’m not interested in her or if she doesn’t like me, then it’s an embarrassing situation for you, Rachel, and the teacher. Not good. Now I feel obligated to take her out.”
As he finished the last remark, he was thankful he’d kept his voice quiet, because the guest appeared in the doorway. He lost his breath and excitement stirred his groin. She was knockout gorgeous.
She gave a slow flutter of her lashes, then licked her lips, and stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Vanessa Collins. It’s nice to meet you.”
Four different positions of how he wanted to have sex with her flashed in his mind at lightning speed. Damn, he was horny and from her come-and-get me look, so was she.
~~*~~
Later that night, he marked two of those sex fantasies off his list. The beauty lay naked beside him, breathing steady and even. Her long blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, her face relaxed. Vanessa was bright and focused on her career. She’d just moved to the area and gotten hired for the fall term at Rachel’s school. She was also energetic in bed. Something he appreciated.
She opened her eyes and yawned. “Is it morning?”
“No. You want a drink? Soda, wine, beer?”
“Wine, please.”
He swung his feet to the floor and pulled on his pajama pants. “Be right back.” A few minutes later, he returned with two glasses already filled and offered one.
She lifted to a sitting position and piled pillows behind her back. “I hope we can do this again sometime.”
He’d hoped to do it again within the next hour. “Sure. How’s Saturday night? There’s this great little restaurant a few blocks from here.”
She took a long, slow sip then puckered her lips. “I’m not interested in dating. I’m engaged.”
He choked on his wine. “What?”
“Don’t worry. He won’t come charging through the door or hunt you down. He’s in Iraq. Been there eight months. I love him, but I need sex every now and again.”
Dak’s stomach churned. He’d done a tour in Iraq and saw guys get Dear John letters and how it ripped them apart. “Get out.”
She sat straighter. “What?”
“You heard me. I thought you were unattached.”
She scooted to the side of the bed, set her glass on the nightstand, and dressed. “Good grief. I haven’t led you on. I made it clear I’m not interested in a relationship.”
“After the fact.”
“Well, would it make you feel better if I said I was fantasizing about him the entire time you were on top of me?”
“God. I can’t believe you. Just go.” He turned and left the room because he couldn’t stand to look at her another minute. Cold sweat beaded above his lip and a flashback he’d not had in months came in Technicolor. He shivered, and then went to get a glass of whiskey.
An hour later, he was still awake with Vanessa on his mind. The casual sex meant nothing to her, but to her fiancé, it’d mean everything. The guy would blame Dak, and he’d been down that road. It was one he didn’t care to travel again. He understood that whole Karma thing and hoped Karma understood his innocence.
The next morning, he went into the bathroom and started the shower. Placing his palms flat against the wall, hot water rained on him. He wished he could wash Vanessa out of his brain, but the thrust of her body, the touch of her hands, and the sound of her sighs drummed in his head. The one thing he hated most in life was a liar. She’d lied by omission, but in his book that carried the same weight as blatant deceit.
He stepped out of the stall and dried himself off, then wiped the mirror with his forearm. Bloodshot
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