She can count on it.
Chapter Fifteen
Surreal
“That didnotjust happen.”
I’m inside my house, my back is pressed against my front door, and Henry Miller is at my feet.
Looking down at him, I add, “Wait until I tell you about my night, Henry Miller. It was surreal.” He looks up at me, and I swear to you, he rolls his evil little cat eyes, turns, and walks away.
Asshole.
Pushing away from the door, I move further into the room and stop. I feel like I should call someone, you know, to tell them what just occurred. “Not Mom.” No way. She’d probably drive over so she can hear every sordid detail.
Except what we just did wasn’t sordid. It was hot. And sexy. And the best orgasms I’ve ever had.Ever.
I give it more thought. There’s Connie, Carla, and Candy, but the same thing. They’d probably pick Mom up on the way over.
No. I’ll just have to keep this to myself for now.
Probably best, since I have no idea if anything is going to happen again with Sam. Guys say things they don’t mean especially in the heat of the moment. I know this from personal experience. Except my dad. He always tells the truth.
“Come on, Mr. M. Let’s get ready for bed.” I walk down my short hallway to my bedroom. Tossing my purple underwear into the hamper, the dress follows as I ponder whether I should shower. I need to, for sure, but I think I’d like to fall asleep with Sam’s scent lingering in the air.
Grabbing my sleep tee, I slip it on and crawl beneath my sheets. Henry jumps up and curls into my side. Stroking his soft fur, I sigh. “I might as well enjoy it while it lasts, Henry.”
When he begins to purr, I know he agrees.
Henry’s intuitive like that.
My feline is lucky. He can doze off at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately for me, I can’t sleep. My body is still humming from everything my sexy neighbor did to me, so I need to think about something other than his mouth, his hands, his everything.
I sigh. “He wants me to meet his family, Henry Miller.” With that thought rolling around in my head, I fall asleep.
****
“Where is he?”
I’m talking to myself again. Hell, even Henry Miller has decided to abandon me with all my pacing and crazy talk.
It’s been two days, and I haven’t seen Sam. At all. He must’ve left extra early the day after we, uh, fooled around, because his truck was gone by the time I woke up, and it hasn’t reappeared in two days.
He said he’d see me the next day.
He lied.
“Calm down, Colette.”
See? Talking to myself equals me getting crazier by the minute.
I look up at the clock that hangs in the kitchen and see it’s almost 8:00. At night.
“I’m right. I need to calm my ass down.” I’m sure there’s a logical explanation why the man said he was going to see me the next day but chose not to come home from work ever again. “It’s sad, really.” Because I’d had every intention of telling Sam that I was wrong and that we should just go right ahead and start sleeping together. Sure. Sure. I know what I said the other night, but I was just a little freaked out. Now that I’ve had two days to think about it, I realize I was being a complete and total idiot.
Why on earth would I wait to have sex with that man?
I wouldn’t. I’m not. No. I just want to strip him down and do all sorts of things to him. I also donotwant him to “tone down” the bossy, dirty talk. Just recalling all the stuff he said to me made it impossible to sleep. It also made me all charged and ready for more. Sad, really. I was going to sit him down and tell him all this, then I was going to crawl into his lap and show him. Now he’s avoiding me. I know it.
