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Thrusting my hips forward, I can’t stop, I can’t help myself, I have to find my release. Gliding two fingers inside of myself, I press my palm against my clit and continue to thrust forward. The friction is delicious, and then I come.
It’s hard and fast.
But even as I find my breaths coming out in pants, I still feel… empty.
I finish the shower by quickly washing my hair, then turn off the water and reach for my fluffy, light-blue towels. I wrap one around my hair and the other around my body as I move toward my bedroom.
The window shades are open, and I don’t bother closing them as I drop the towel and walk over to my dresser. Opening the drawer to the right, I grab hold of my favorite silk night shorts and camisole. They’re light blue. They even match the towels.
Blue is my favorite color. It always has been. I don’t know if that’s because my mother’s eyes were blue, and her engagement ring was a blue sapphire encrusted with diamonds. I wear it on my right third finger.
Blue is and always will be special to me.
Reaching for the comb on top of the dresser, I run it through my wet hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t know who this girl is. My face is pale, but my cheeks are flushed. I can’t get this man off my mind. I can’t think of anything but him. I don’t know what he looks like, what color his eyes are, what color his hair is. I can only guess his height, which, if I had to make an estimate, would probably be around six foot three inches.
I don’t know anything about him other than the way he smells and how his hands feel on my body. All of which I really loved about him. Oh, and I know the way his voice sounds. Deep, rugged, sexy, and rough.
Once I’m finished combing out my hair, I walk over to the bed and tug the comforter and top sheet down. I slip between the sheets and let out a sigh at the feeling of the European flax linen as it glides across my skin.
I don’t spend much money on my clothes, shoes, or bags. But I do spend more than I should on organic linen sheets and other home essentials and food. I love to be comfortable, and I’m what some might call a little crunchy. I love organic and natural fibers and foods. I love to feel healthy in mind, body, and soul.
Clothes, shoes, and bags don’t bring me peace. So, there is nothing that I have in my closet that means anything to me. I don’t spend my money there, and honestly, I try not to spend my money too quickly anyway. I know it will run out if I go wild. I’m extremely conservative when it comes to that, well, aside from food and housewares.
Reaching for my e-reader, I swipe my thumb across the screen and find my latest book. I let out a heavy sigh as I begin to read. It doesn’t take me long to forget the sexy guy at the club, because I get lost in the world of the book.
Until my phone buzzes with a notification. Turning my head, I stare at the notification for a moment, afraid that the phone may actually jump off the table. Smiling, I shake my head and pick it up.
There is a text message from Allison.
ALLISON: Things were amazing. Hendrick was out of this world. Just wanted to let you know that I’m safe. Call you tomorrow. We’ll do coffee.
Glad all is well… and well… amazing! Let me know what time, and I’m there.
Setting the phone down, I chew on my bottom lip. I don’t want to do anything tomorrow except lounge in my underwear and read. But I’ll go to coffee with my friend, because that’s what she needs, even if it’s everything opposite of what I want.
I’m trying to be a good friend to her. She’s always been such a good one for me. I place my e-reader down on the nightstand and turn the lamp beside the bed off. Shifting down onto the pillow, I lie on my side and close my eyes.
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I did something different today. I did something out of my comfort zone, and I survived. Not only that, I liked it, and I would even go as far as to say that I had fun.
This was a win.
ChapterEight
WELLS
I’msurprised to see my uncle Dean, an executive, sitting in my father’s home office as soon as Coleman and I walk into the room. Arching a brow, I glance between them, then settle my gaze on my father.
“It seems we have an issue,” my uncle announces.
Coleman and I don’t speak. We wait for whatever the issue could be. I have no idea what could have happened between dinner and now, but I am waiting to find out. When my uncle speaks again, it’s not what I expect at all. In fact, it’s almost comical.
“One of the buildings we were buying has fallen through. The sellers have suddenly canceled the escrow with no reason.”
There is a moment of silence, and my uncle’s gaze flicks to my dad, then back to mine, then Coleman’s, but he doesn’t speak. He’s completely silent as I wait for him to finish whatever the fuck he’s got on his mind.
A seller canceling an escrow doesn’t happen very often, especially when it’s a commercial piece like this one. And even more, when we are the buyers. But it isn’t unheard of either. So, I’m unsure as to why this calls for a middle-of-the-night meeting.
“Was it her father?” Coleman asks.
