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I wake to an empty bed.And for half a second I think it was a dream. Then reality comes crashing back.
“Crap,” I mutter, rolling over onto my side. Light floods the room, sneaking in from the edges of the curtains. Xander is gone.
My head cursing me for the couple of glasses of wine, I sit up. Trepidation makes my throat tight. I shuffle to the bathroom and peek inside. Empty.
It’s stupid, but I want to talk to him. Maybe to prove to myself that I didn’t actually just have the first one-night stand of my life. Maybe because I want just want to hear his sexy cowboy voice one more time. Maybe I just want to prove that he was real.
I take a quick shower to wake up. He was real, all right. My breasts ache—my whole body feels rough and raw and, amazingly, sated. Still wearing the hotel’s terrycloth robe, I call the front desk.
“Good morning, how can I help you, Ms. Long?” The front desk person sounds far too perky. My eyes slide to the alarm clock by the desk—half past ten. Holy cow. I have to get packed up in half an hour if I don’t want to miss my check out.
“Hello, can you please tell me which room Xander…” Crap, crap, crap. “Hall!” The word rushes out of me. Hall, I was pretty sure that’s what he’d said. I try to calm my voice, sound more professional. “Xander Hall, I mean. Can you tell me what room he’s in, please?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Long. We can’t give room information out on other guests.” Still freaking perky.
This is so not a conversation I want to have over the phone, but so be it. “I understand. Can you please transfer me to his line, then?”
“One moment, please.” Clicking noises come from the background as she searches for his room. “I’m sorry, but we don’t seem to have a Xander Hall staying with us.”
Dread swirls in my stomach. “Can you try Alexander, please?”
Her voice is kinder this time. “I’m sorry. But there’s no one registered by that name either.”
I glance at the sunshine streaming in. He’s probably checked out already. Dammit.
“Will there be anything else, Ms. Long?” Perky and professional is back.
“No, nothing else. Thank you.” I slam the phone down
No. I am not going to crucify myself for this. One-night stands happen—just not, normally, to me. The sex was amazing, unplanned, but world-shaking good.
No regrets.
