The dreaded word that every guy hated. It was up there withfineandwe need to talk.That’s essentially what she was saying. She wanted to know where this was going, and she was working her way up to asking me that very question.
I could already see it playing out in front of me. She’d turn on her side, tucking her hand under her head to prop herself up, all the while shoving her breasts in my face so I would be distracted.
It was a move every guy had seen at one point in his life. It was the quintessential warning sign that we all knew meant to get out while we could.
She would tell me how this meant something to her and she wanted to see where things went. Then she would ask me to talk about how I felt, or something equally horrifying. It would ruin the moment of bliss between us, and I would end up walking away feeling like a scumbag when I told her it was going absolutely nowhere.
Why?
Because I was emotionally unavailable.
I was a horrible man who did unspeakable things simply because I enjoyed it.
I had plans to move back to Tennessee.
I didn’t want a girlfriend.
The list went on and on, and yet, I would still have to have that fucking conversation.
“Listen—” I started, hoping to cut her off.
She sat up, immediately scrounging around the room for her clothes. “I really needed that.”
Confused, I sat up. Was this a new strategy? Was she waiting until I was comfortable?
“Not that I’m suggesting we ever do what we did next to or against a police car again. God, I’m still so humiliated that he found us like that. It’ll be all over town now.”
“Right…” I said slowly, still waiting for the next hit.
“Ugh, and now I have to go home and face my brother and his whore.” She spun and faced me as she tugged her pants up the rest of the way. “Is it wrong to call her a whore after I just came to a hotel with you and let you fuck me up against the wall?”
“I…would have to consult someone on that.”
Grinning, she pulled on her bra and quickly clasped it before grabbing her shirt. “Oh, and sorry about the buttons. I hope you can forgive me.”
“I’ll try,” I answered, still wondering when it was coming.
She hurried over, pressed a quick kiss to my lips and turned for the door. “I have to go lock up the shop, and then I’m taking a long soak in the tub tonight. Maybe I’ll convince Sawyer to take Scarlet out for a date so I can actually get some sleep tonight.”
She waggled her eyebrows at me and swung the door open, leaving in a flurry.
And that was it.
She was gone.
I sat there, still naked, still confused as hell. What just happened? Why wasn’t she pelting me with questions right now? Was it coming later?
Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair. That did nothing to help the situation. Here I was, sitting on a bed in a room I hadrented for the night, and I had about twenty minutes of pleasure, if I was being generous.
She could have at least stayed for a second round. Was that really so wrong?
“What the fuck am I saying?” I muttered to myself.
Dressing quickly, I was just walking out when my phone rang with the number from the bar.
“Shit.” I hadn’t checked in with Lizzy in days. She was probably pissed as hell. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Lizzy snapped.
