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Or maybe Darby will make me realize I need to take it for what it is; a really great night of excellent company and mind-blowing sex. And that’s it.
It’s not a big deal. At least, it’s not supposed to be. People have casual sex all the time.
She’s staring at me and I realize I have a stupid grin on my face as I think back to some of the raunchy flashbacks.
She gives me a nudge. “Deny it at any time that you didn’t have some fun?”
I press my lips together and give her a pointed look. “Maybe I did.”
She practically screams, and people passing by look at her a little weird.
“Shhh.” I pull her by the arm. “People are looking.”
“Who cares!” she slaps me on the shoulder playfully. “God, Hart. Did you finally go out and get laid, like, for real?”
“Shhh,” I say again, but I can’t help but laugh at her words. “I’m sure the guy back in New York might not have heard you.”
She stops in the middle of the car park. “The guy back in New York?” she stutters, and trust me, she doesn’t do that very often. “Okay, hilarious, Hartley. What has happened to you, and who’s stolen my best friend?”
I shake my head and keep walking. She totters to catch up with me, still swinging my garment bag around with my expensive business suit inside and that magical dress that worked wonders.
“Your best friend is still here.”
She stops again. “OHMYGOD, you’re not joking! You’re even walking funny.”
I gasp. Suddenly, my cheeks flame at the realization. I am walking a little off.
“What, walking funny? How?” I try to blow it off, but it’s impossible with Darby.
She has more than a sixth sense for these things.
“You’re walking with a limp… fuck me, Harts. Was he that good?”
I sigh as I think back to everything about Gray. His soft lips, his deep, masculine voice, and his spicy, dark scent. Everything about him was a little dark and broody now I think about it. But sweet in places at the same time.
“He was that good,” I admit. I really need to vent, so there’s no point in hiding my wild night.
I’m sure I’m going to be feeling the aftereffects of him for days. And there’s that love bite on my neck I’ve barely been able to cover up. Luckily Darbs hasn’t spied it yet. Just another subtle reminder of the best night of my life, and now it’s over and I’m back to normal life again…
“Name?” she demands with her hand on her hip.
“Gray,” I tell her. That one little word thrills me, buzzing my core where he touched me countless times. “His name is Gray.”
10
Grayson
“What the hell do you mean, you can’t give out that information?” I bark down the phone. It’s useless. The only thing they will do is connect me to her room, but it just rings out. Either she’s ignoring me, or she’s already left. I can’t even seem to get that information.
I angrily slam the phone down, like I did with the last few attempts to get her name or her room number. Maybe a brief visit with Lyle or Bertram — from last night — is in order to see if they can give me anything.
I’m going to find a fucking way to find her, that much is certain.
I pace like a caged lion. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so at a loss and almost pining for someone I hardly know. Despite an abundance of intimate moments last night, I didn’t expect to feel like this when she left.
Why didn’t she fucking wake me up? I’m so mad at myself and at her for slipping out. The last time I checked, she was encapsulated in my arms, my cock nestled into her butt crack, for God’s sake. So leaving without a note, without a trace, and saying nothing is unbelievable.
It fucking stabs at my heartstrings. Which just goes to show what a schmuck I really am.
