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It took a second for Carrie to regroup. “That’s a great idea.” She flew off the couch. “My parents are away for the weekend. Now you don’t have any excuses.” Picking up her needle and extra thread she headed over to the pedestal. “Take that blanket away. We’re almost done, and then you can change.”
“All right.” Martina had been defeated. “Fill up my glass.” She was having too much fun to argue.
Martina needed to kick-start her life. What better way than finding a man to fulfill her sexual needs. Four years of celibacy was taking its toll. She was pathetic. A loser. A virgin again for all intents and purposes. To get her life back on track all she had to do was find a man and convince him to take her on the journey of a lifetime.
Chapter 4
Rob rummaged through the bathroom cabinet searching for his prescription painkillers. The throbbing behind his eyes got worse by the minute. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been quick enough to catch the headache and nip it in the bud.
His training session this afternoon had gone a little long. Long, but necessary. Only two months until the race but the over-exertion took its toll on his fragile head. That was the price in order to do what he loved. And he paid it gladly.
He found what he was looking for and swallowed down the white tablet. The light in the small bathroom had worn out its welcome. His eyelids felt like one-hundred-pound weights obstructing his vision. After smoothing his hand over the wall he finally found what he was looking for and turned off the light.
Stumbling through the dark, he searched for the couch. Maybe if he lay down for a few minutes the meds would have a better chance to kick-in. Driving while unable to keep his eyes open, not the safest idea.
After Aleks escorted him down the basement stairs he’d taken off in search of a woman. Any woman. As long as she was ready, willing, and able she was good enough to sleep with. Poor girl had no idea that he would be gone before the sun came up.
They’d shared many sexual escapades together, but the difference between them was an ocean wide. Aleks was running away from love and commitment, banging any woman with a pulse, trying his best to separate himself from getting hurt. Rob was killing time. He was waiting for the one, the one who would be his forever.
Lying in the darkness, Rob thought back to the woman who had made such a physical impression on him. Long auburn hair, flawless white skin and bright green eyes the color of... Kermit the frog?
The pain made him delirious. He didn’t expect to meet her half-dressed. He had no doubt that his sister had the ability to make any woman sexy wearing her designs but Martina–Martina was the kind of woman who made the design sexy. She was curvy, toned in all the right places. A testament to the benefits of practicing yoga.
She seemed so nonchalant about sexual fantasies. She was willing to find any random guy to get the job done. It seemed like she knew exactly what she wanted, but she was unsure of how to get it. Maybe too shy to ask for it. That’s where he came in. He was willing to set her free, take her to the edge.
There were three parts to her fantasy. She wanted a man to focus on her pleasure, she wanted a threesome, and she wanted to be dominated. He needed a plan. Thoughts of all the naughty ways he could please her infiltrated his brain, but they would have to wait until tomorrow. Just a few minutes’ rest and he would be on his way.
* * * *
The lights from the kitchen illuminated the narrow staircase to the basement. Staring down the steep passage, Martina realized her only way to a comfortable bed was down a staircase that looked like it belonged in a fun house, the carpeted steps doing a little sway from side to side. She cursed. Too many blue concoctions. Too much talk about sex. She was horny as hell with no man in sight and not in the comfort of her own home to take care of her own needs.
She took the first few steps then closed the door behind her.
“Where is that light switch?” Why hadn’t she looked for it before she closed the door? She took another step down, grasping the railing with one hand, her other searching along the wall trying to find the–
“Got it!” She flicked the switch, and the soft glow from the lights above led her down the stairs.
“Lights off!” The harsh male voice startled her, and she tumbled down a few stairs barely able to contain her giggles. “Carrie!”
“I’m...I’m sorry.” She regained her balance and composure. “It’s not Carrie. It’s Martina.”
“Please turn off the light.” His voice was weak, strained.
Did he suffer from migraines? She had heard that light could sometimes be a nuisance to people with headaches.
She scrambled up the steps and flicked the switch, the room plunging into total darkness.
“Thank you.” He exhaled heavily.
Once again, she made her way to the bottom, this time with no accidents. Luckily, she’d gotten a peek at the layout of the room before the lights went out. She stepped along the soft carpeting and searched for the couch.
“Carrie said I could sleep in the bedroom down here. Too many drinks.”
“It’s to your left.”
“Do you always get headaches?” The question flew out before she could stop it. She didn’t know why she asked, but she wanted desperately for this man to no longer be in pain. It was her calling. It was the reason why she was going to California.
“Yes. Please, stop talking. It makes it worse.”
