As I turned my clothes right side out and quietly dressed, I tried to remember anything from after falling onto his lap.But there was nothing.And that really pissed me off because sleeping with someone like Konni was definitely something I wanted to remember.
All that flirting.
All those long looks.
Shit!What if he’d actually spanked me and I missed out on that?
Twisting in the mirror to inspect my ass for residual hand prints, I froze at the sight of a tattoo on the back of my shoulder.It was a small circle of light orange and yellow flames about an inch and a half in diameter.
Stunned, I stared at it for a minute before I licked my finger and rubbed at the mark.It didn’t budge and was a little tender.
I’d gotten a tattoo?!
I silently screamed my anger, pocketed my underwear and bra, and fled, slipping from the room with my shoes and purse in hand.
The soft click of the hotel room door was the only audible sound I’d made inside the room.Outside the room, I bolted, my feet tapping out a rapid beat that rivaled my racing heart.
At the elevator, I put on my shoes and waited until I was inside the elevator to text Miranda.
Me:WTF?Why am I at a hotel?What happened last night?
The door opened while I was still waiting for her reply.I checked the time.It was still early, thankfully.Then, I checked my location.I was at a hotel downtown.An expensive one.Which made me wonder who in the hell Konni was to throw around that kind of money.
He was either trying to impress me, which screamed “I’m a man interested in a long-term relationship,” or he was actually really well off, which was a huge red flag.Wealthy men his age were never single.
I swore all the way to the lobby restroom, where I freshened up so I didn’t look like a train wreck while I waited for my pickup.
Miranda called when I was in the back seat of my female-driven rideshare.
“You seriously don’t remember?”she asked.
“Would I be asking if I did?The last thing I remember was falling over onto his lap.”
“And making out like he was the best dessert you’ve ever seen and had to have,” she said.“I asked if you wanted me to take you home, and you said no.Your hand was wandering south, and I wasn’t about to stop you from what you were obviously lusting after.And he sure didn’t mind either.He promised to respect your boundaries and send you home if you changed your mind.You didn’t, did you?”
“I don’t know what I did, Miranda.But I woke up next to him, naked, with a string of hickies and apparently a tattoo.I’m not blaming you for this, but you’re definitely on friend suspension.”
“What?Why?”
“Friends don’t let friends do stupid things.”
“How was having a good time with your Angel a stupid thing?He’s hot.Nice.And we both know you needed a good lay.”
“I think he’s well-off.Like really well-off.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Yes, that’s bad.Men his age, with his looks and apparent wealth, are never single.Did I wreck someone’s home?Is some little girl going to watch her mom and dad get a divorce and wonder why?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.Breathe, Sophie.He’s single.I promise.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I asked, and I can smell a lie.He’s single.You didn’t wreck someone’s home.You’re not your dad.”
I let out a shaky breath.
“Am I still on friend suspension?”
