Because she knew herself, that was why. She’d known how tempted she’d be to go back.
And then, after biting the nail on her thumb for nearly a full minute, she tied the bottom of her shirt into a knot and changed into another pair of cut-off shorts.
She needed to make a trip to the drug store.
Just in case.
It had beenseven hours since she’d used his body, drugged him, and then locked herself out of his house.
She’d gone shopping, come home, done some clean up in her overgrown backyard, tried getting caught up on one of her favorite series on Netflix, and then finally broken down and showered.
It was now 7:30 p.m., and the sun was low on the horizon.
Surely, he was awake by now.
Ignoring the skirt she’d worn earlier, and intentionally folding his shirt and putting it under her pillow, Penny slipped on a sundress she’d purchased just before moving out of Denver. It had been an impulse buy, something different, something that had made her feel feminine just by looking at it.
She dabbed on perfume and applied some mascara.
Nothing fancy. She was not going to attack him again.
At the same time, she didn’t want him to take one look at her and wonder what the hell he’d been thinking.
She stepped up to the porch and rang the bell. Then knocked.
The door was still locked.
Relief swept over her when she heard footsteps and his voice from the other side. Thank God he hadn’t had some adverse reaction to the pain pill. Mrs. Wright would have not have been so pleased if Penny had been forced to call the fire department to come and break down the door.
Her heart raced when the door clicked.
Again with those sweats.
His smile weakened her knees.
“Hey, you.” His eyes ran up and down her body and he nodded in approval. “You look great.”
Flustered, she stumbled to think what to say. “Um, your mom wanted me to check on you again.”
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside. Before she knew his intentions, she was pinned against the closed door with his body, his mouth exploring hers thoroughly. “I’ll have to thank my mom then.” He laughed against her lips.
She couldn’t help but laugh herself.
He acted like he missed her!
She’d been so afraid he would be done with her, ashamed even, for boinking the old girl next door.
After a few minutes of canoodling, she pushed at his chest and inspected his face. “You feeling a little better?” He didn’t look pale at all. His crystal-blue eyes sparkled, and his tan glowed.
In answer, he pressed his hips forward. “Oh, yeah.” And then, “I wasn’t sure you were coming back.”
Was this possible? He’d been afraid she wouldn’t want to see him again?
Penny reached into her pocket.
And was rewarded by a look of unadulterated appreciation. There could have even been a little bit of worship in his eyes.
For wicked, wicked woman that she was, she let fall a twenty-four-inch long strip of extra-large condoms.
