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I peered over my shoulder at him.
So hot. God, he was so hot.
Panting, he rolled me over in my bed and claimed my lips in another kiss. This time it was slower, less feverish. His fingers brushed over my heated skin and his eyes were trained on mine when he pulled away. The fire I saw in them from before remained, but like embers instead of a roaring flame, but still so…I don’t know… hungry was what I wanted to say. Like he wanted to claim me for his own, but that was crazy. I didn’t even know his name.
Chapter Three
Cherry
My finger swiped across the screen at the text from my best friend. The bright light stung my eyes and I snapped them shut with a groan. My friend took beating the early bird at its own game to the extreme and liked waking up long before the sun had a chance to kiss the horizon.
I was tempted to chuck the phone, but I knew if I did, she would only walk up here and harass me in person. Instead, when it shrilled three seconds after I popped a single eye open to look at the message, I hit the green button.
“Uhh,” I garbled into the phone like some cave woman.
For the last week her MO started with a text and ended with me dressed up and at some interview or another trying to land a new job. I thought my luck was looking up after my wonderful one-night stand three weeks ago. I was enrolled in law school, holding a fulltime job, and I had a great place to live. After a magical night like that I thought my life had hit a new level.
But sadly, no.
After I told my best friend what happened, she freaked and then wanted me to walk her through the whole thing beginning to end. Well, it ended with a kiss and him asking to see me again.
I thought that was where fate said...oh really? I give you this great guy and you second guess me? You don’t like what I lined up for you? Well, let’s try this out instead.
But let me back up a minute.
I have kicked myself in the ass for three weeks and still don’t understand why I said no. I mean, it was hard to see him walk out of my loft, even harder when he tossed me a heated glance before respecting my wishes and leaving.
So why didn’t I run after him?
Pretty simple. I was an idiot.
One-night stands don’t work that way. But that doesn’t change the fact I dreamed about those dark eyes every night. When I couldn’t take the heat of not seeing him again, I returned to the nightclub in the hopes of finding him, but he wasn’t there.
Like I said, luck threw my number out with the Sunday trash, and another reason why I was now job hunting with the help of my friend. You see, the Monday after my fling, my boss’s arm candy of a wife tried to pin credit card theft on me because she overspent and needed a scapegoat so her silver fox daddy didn’t pull the plug on her. So, I lost my job and was out a few hundred dollars for a lawyer.
Two days later disaster struck again. I dropped my phone while picking up my dry cleaning for an interview and if that wasn’t bad enough, my purse was stolen.
I hoped like hell that Murphy's law stuck to its own rules and only handed me trouble in threes.
What really burned was I liked my last job, even if it was a lot of mundane, meaningless office work like fetching coffee and making copies. It paid the bills and most of my college tuition. My parents helped with the rest—a fact I’d like to change if only for simply trying to support myself now that I was forced to find another job.
I sighed and rolled over to stare at the clock on the nightstand, phone pressed to my ear.
“Well? What do you think? Can you be there?” cooed my friend.
With my mind running on zero caffeine, my mouth opened but nothing came out the first couple of tries.
“Wha...” I managed.
“Cherry, hello!”
“You’re crazy,” I managed, my dry tongue weighing a ton. “It’s not even day break. Do you even sleep, woman? What time is it? The birds are not even squawking.”
“It’s 4:28 and you’ll have to excuse me if I took our deal seriously.”
Deal? The last few days stumbled back into my sleep-deprived mind.
“Right.”
