I can’t answer.I fucking can’t.
“Dev?” Mila stares at me, still wrapping a robe around herself. Thank fuck.
I want someone to blame, and she’s the most obvious. But she didn’t force me into anything. I’m a grown man, for fuck’s sake, hugging a toilet bowl in the Hilton, in another woman’s hotel room, ignoring my wife’s calls.
“Mila,” I say. “I drank way too much last night…”
I rise to my feet, the world tilting as I go.
Mila blinks, then shrugs. “You had the expensive stuff; I think it hit you kinda hard. It happens.”
“Yeah.” I rub my neck awkwardly. “I shouldn’t have—weshouldn’t have…” My words trail off as I notice her hard nipples through the silky fabric of her gown.
Fuck!
“It’s okay, Dev. It was just a drunken kiss,” she says. “That’s all.”
That’s all?I’m married, for fuck’s sake!
“Mila,” I say, bracing my hand on the tiled wall. I need Mila to know it meant absolutely nothing to me. “This was a mistake. I love my wife?—”
“I know! Oh, I know, it’s fine, honestly—” Mila waves me off with a throaty chuckle.
I feel like a fucking jerk.
Why did I kiss her?
It’s only giving Mila mixed messages when I love my wife more than anything—dammit!
“Look, let’s get a coffee and some food. We can talk—” Mila begins, but I cut her off.
“That’s not a good idea,” I reply, scrubbing my face.
“Dev, can this be a secret, please? We’ll be seeing much more of each other when I’m back in town, and I don’t want any drama. It was just a kiss.”
I am such a loser.
My phone rings again, and I can’t ignore it a third time. I hit the button to accept the call.
“Hello?”
Then I realize it’s a video call. Jade’s beautiful, concerned face stares out of the screen, scanning my surroundings like a detective determined to crack a case.
“Devon,” she says calmly. “Where are you?”
She looks pale and tired.
Is she okay?
My eyes widen when she narrows her own at something behind me. “Is thatperfume? And a bra?!”
I whip around to see what she’s seeing and shit—fuck—there’s a fucking bra and perfume and?—
“Is that fuckingMila?!”
I turn back to the screen, seeing Mila frozen over my shoulder, her eyes wide.
“Uh…yeah, it’s Mila. We bumped into each other last night,” I explain weakly, trying to act normal.
