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Right now, I had fucking fantastic sex with a man who intrigues me, and I want to relish the moment for as long as I can.
Chapter 11
Blake
When I blink my eyes open, the sun is in my eyes through undrawn curtains. Movement next to me startles me until I see her face.
Rachel.
She’s here. In my bed.
And I’m a fucking son of a bitch for sleeping with her. She’s not mine. She won’t ever be. And to do this to her is unfair because when I’m with her, Ifeelsomething.
I hate feeling something.
Shit, shit, shit.
Carefully, I shift away from her, get out of bed, and tiptoe to my large walk-in closet to find boxers and a shirt. In the kitchen, I put on the machine for a cup of coffee.
My head aches dully—I haven’t had that much wine in a while.
But it was worth it. The night with her was worth it…
Stop it.
I can’t think about her that way.
Thank God she’s not actually dating the Jackass. That would just have made all of this so much worse. I can’t be a homewrecker. But she also deserves so much better than him.
Better thanme.
“Morning,” Rachel says when she walks into the kitchen, wearing the same dress she wore last night.
Did she walk naked to the living room to get it? I wish I was there for that.
I push the thought away. “Coffee?”
She nods and presses her fingers against her temples. “I think I had a whole bottle of wine alone,” she says.
“We each did,” I say with a grin.
A smile curls around her lips and she glances up at me through her eyelashes. She’s not wearing any makeup, and somehow, that makes her even more beautiful.
“A whole bottle of headache,” she says.
I chuckle and push buttons on the machine to make her a cup of coffee. I let the smile fade away. I can’t be this nice to her. I can’t be this happy around her.
When the coffee is ready, I hand her the cup and we sip together in silence. This seems to be our thing. I like having her around—seeing her here in my kitchen the morning after makes me happy.
Fuck.
I can’t be happy about this. I won’t let her get any closer than she’s already gotten. She’s just a wardrobe consultant, for God’s sake. She’s not someone I’m supposed to fall in love with.
“Listen, Blake…” Rachel starts and looks at me. Her eyes are impossibly blue. “About last night—”
“It was a mistake,” I tell her.
Her face changes, the expressions flickering across too fast for me to read.
