Or ten.
Another to forget the poor dude’s name and get off anyway.
A muffled beeping coming from somewhere on the floor rescued me before I had to make a decision.
“Sorry.” I smiled wryly at him. Hewashot, but I had places to be.
A low whistle followed me as I rolled out of bed. “This is a good angle for you.”
“Donottake a picture,” I said. This was awkward enough without photographic evidence existing.
I wished, as I bent down to grab my discarded jeans, that my dickalsofelt this was too awkward to be sexy.
“Shit,” I said, squinting at my phone in the harsh, unfiltered sunlight. “This is my second alarm.”
“Oh, yeah,” Goldie said. “Heard it earlier, ignored it and went back to sleep.”
“Why didn’t you—” I cut myself off. He had no reason to be responsible for me, and there was no point yelling at him over it.
“Didn’t know it was important.” Goldie shrugged, face falling.
“Look, I gotta go,” I said, trying to sound soothing. Bad enough having a reputation for being an easy hookup, adding that I was mean in the morning wouldn’t help me at all. “But uh. It was nice to meet you?”
Goldie snorted. “Go do whatever it is you do,” he said. “With my thanks for the orgasms.”
“Always happy to provide a couple of good orgasms,” I said, pulling on yesterday’s underwear with a wince. Great. Who knew when I’d have a chance to change?
“Have an awesome day,” I added, shoving my phone back in my pocket and buttoning my jeans as I headed for the door, hoping like hell that I wasn’ttoofar from home.
* * *
By the timeI pulled up back home, my headache had reachedsplitting, and I was about ready to swear off boys and booze once and for all. No more hookups. No more tequila shots.
Even as I thought it, I missed the way warm skin tasted under my tongue.
But maybe that meant something. Maybe it meant Ishouldtake a break, if I couldn’t even handle thethoughtof going without sex for an indeterminate period.
Like a week.
I could totally handle going without for a week.
Yeah. A week sounded doable. Plus, today was Saturday, so if the week started today I only had to survive the one Friday night.
“Rough night?” Mr. Lewis asked as I got out of the car.
Dammit.
I’d been so close. I could’ve ducked in, taken a two-minute shower and changed my clothes without getting caught.
“Uh.”
Mr. Lewis chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” I said, guilt settling in my stomach. He was so good to me, and I couldn’t even show up on time when I lived in his backyard. What kind of screw-up was I?
“Don’t be,” Mr. Lewis waved away my apology. “Was he pretty?”
I couldn’t help smiling at that. No one in my entire life had ever been as unflappably cool as Mr. Lewis. Best boss ever.
