Page 17 of Painting Her


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“Right, casual,” I whisper to myself as I get up from the bed. I move toward the wall and hit the light switch, squinting as the bright light floods the room.

I see my clothes neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and I can’t remember if I folded them myself or if Blake did it. It was probably me, as I can’t imagine him taking care of that.

God, I was so exhausted from last night that I barely remember anything. I kinda remember him picking me up from the floor and carriying me to the bedroom, but it’s all a blur. The moment I felt the soft mattress under my back, I was out.

I’m reaching for my clothes when I notice a folded piece of paper on top of Blake’s pillow. Climbing on top of the bed, I reach for it and open it.

K – Had a great time. Call you later. B,the note reads.

Well, at least he left a note. Still…his words seem so cold and distant. And thecall you later part…I want to believe he’ll really call me, but deep down I know that men like Blake don’t do the phone call thing.

I’ll probably never hear from him again.

Jesus, why does that make me sad?

I get dressed in a hurry, and then I grab my purse and tiptoe my way out of the bedroom. I know Blake isn’t around, but I can’t help being as silent as possible.

The moment I’m out on the street, I hail a cab and make my way home. Right now, I need a shower more than anything. I need to clear my head – and try to stop thoughts of Blake from taking over my mind. Easier said than done, of course.

The moment I step one foot inside my apartment, I feel my phone ringing inside my purse. I reach for it in a hurry, almost expecting to see Blake’s name plastered on the screen, but Robin’s the one calling me. Of course – she must be dying to hear about last night.

Sheknowssomething happened. If it hadn’t happened, I’d just have called her after dinner.

“Tell me everything,” she chirps happily as soon as I pick up the phone. “Every single detail.”

“C’mon, Robin,” I sigh, throwing my purse on the small coffee table I have in the middle of the living room and sinking down onto my couch. “There’s nothing to–”

“Uh-uh. No way. Don’t you lie to me, girl,” she laughs. “My spider-sense is tingling, and you know what that means. I can hear the I-just-got-laid tone on your voice. And by the sound of it, it must begooood.”

“Okay, okay,” I sigh, and then I just end up laughing. “Yeah, it was good.”

“Oh my God! I knew it!”

“Of course you knew it. It’s not like I can keep anything from you,” I sigh, propping my feet up on the coffee table and throwing my head back against the headrest. I close my eyes for a second and just enjoy the silence, waiting for Robin to start speaking again.

“What now? You’re going to see him again, right?”

“Robin, I…I don’t know. You know how guys like Blake are,” I tell her, and I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest. “To be honest, I doubt he’ll ever call me again. He had what he wanted, and now he’ll just disappear into thin air.”

“You’re wrong,” she says matter-of-factly, almost as if she knows something I don’t. “I noticed the way he looks at you.”

“I don’t think that –”

“You think too much, and that has always been your problem, Kat. Trust me, he’ll call you again.”

I sigh heavily, not replying as I ponder on her words. My brain tells me that no, I won’t hear from Blake again, but my heart insists on believing what Robin’s telling me.

But it was just a fling, right?

Chapter 10

Katherine

My fingers fly across the keyboard. Words pour out of me. There is no doubt about it; inspiration is flowing through me like a raging river. At this rate my next novel will be finished within the month.

I pause to take a sip of my coffee. I savor the taste of the strong dark liquid. To say I’m a coffee addict is an understatement. I love a good cup of coffee.

As I sip the delicious hot drink I re-read the last paragraph.

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