“Thirty minutes,” he said and then was gone.
With my heart hammering in my chest I hurried from the dressing room. No one paid me any attention as I all but ran back to the members’ box.
Was I actually going to meet him?
Could I let myself enjoy what he was offering?
No strings. Just two people getting to know each other’s bodies.
Jeesh, that sounded ridiculous in my head.
But it was tempting.
Oh so tempting.
Because I wanted to be a different kind of Morgan Carter.
An adventurous Morgan. An impulsive Morgan.
But a Morgan with STDs?
Phil was watching the TV on the wall and eating a bag of potato chips when I arrived. He quickly got to his feet. “That was fast. Are you okay? You look flushed.”
I put my hands on my flaming cheeks. “I’m fine. It was just really hot in there.”
“What was it like? Did you get Claudio’s autograph?” he asked, crumpling up his chip bag and throwing it away.
“Oh, no I didn’t see him. Sorry.”
Lucas wanted me to meet him in thirty minutes.
Do I dare?
“That’s okay.” Phil seemed disappointed. “Who did you meet?”
I was flustered. I could barely think straight. The ticking of the clock on the wall reminding me of the decision I needed to make.
“Who did I what?” I asked.
“You don’t look well. Are you sick?” Phil asked with concern.
Was I sick?
Yeah, I was sick. Sick of Lucas Bradley and his too tempting smile and pretty eyes. And cut abs. And strong arms. And big—.
“You know, I think I might be. Can we go?”
Screw Lucas.
Well no, not literally.
Maybe literally.
Never mind.
But I wouldn’t meet him. I’d forget all about him and our momentary episode of drunken insanity.
Hooking up with a man like that was only bad news. I had already seen what interacting with him could do. I had ended up labeled a skank in the gossip rags. There was no way I would sign up for any more of that.
