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ANGELA
The light from the window wakes me up, and I sit up on my elbows. The fuzzy rug underneath me doesn’t provide much cushion. Why the hell are we out here instead of the perfectly nice bed? I pull back the sheet and eye around for my clothes, putting my nightgown on first. I try to be quiet as to not wake Stefan, but he must be a light sleeper.
His arms extend and he lets out a huge yawn. “Damn, your floor is uncomfortable as shit.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Exactly. How did we end up down here instead of in my bedroom?”
He shrugs his shoulder and lays his head back down on the pillow. “I don’t know. The last thing I remember was you going on and on about the perfect Derek Morgan.”
So what, it’s not like I’m the only one infatuated with the character. Who doesn’t want a hot man that treats their woman like gold? Yeah, pretty much every woman ever.
I leave him be, and head straight to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. The window above the sink catches my eye. There are tree limbs down in the next-door neighbor’s yard and trashcans in the street. That must have been one hell of a storm.
“Hope your car is okay. Looks like a mess outside,” I say, raising my voice so he can hear me, but then I feel his arms around my waist.
“Even if it isn’t, last night was totally worth it.”
I still can’t believe I had sex with Stefan Valentino last night. Why would a guy like that want me? I mean, he could have any girl he wants, and yet he is here in my house. The grey sweatpants are sitting right off his hips. I bite my lip.
“Don’t do that. You gotta let me have coffee first.” He winks.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
I’m not oblivious, okay. He is going to go back to Dallas, and I won’t see him for another decade. This isn’t going to become a regular thing. So, I won’t fool myself into thinking it is. We both enjoyed it, but it’s over now.
He throws his hands around my neck from behind and kisses the top of my head. “We do need to talk about last night though. But first, coffee.”
Stefan is one of those guys that any woman would be lucky to wake up to every morning. He cares about the ones around him. The whole reason behind starting the company with my brother is because he wants to be able to enjoy his life. Building that up, and then selling it provides him with a stable nest egg to retire at forty and do whatever he wants to do. He has always talked about wanting to do something special for the community of Grapevine, and I believe he will make good on his word because that’s the kind of man he is.
He hasn’t changed much. Still the same goofy grin and laugh, but it’s sexy as hell. I really need to get away from him before we end up doing it again. Not that I would complain, because he gave me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. Good to know I will always have that in the back of my head when I’m with someone else, knowing it could be better. He’s ruined it for me. Maybe this was a bad idea.
The coffee pot beeps, and I take two mugs out and fill them up. When I hand it to him, he takes a drink without anything in it.
“Is your soul black?”
His eyebrows wince. “What?”
“Only people with no soul drink that shit black. Yuck.” I grab my creamer out of the fridge and put some in both of our cups. “That’s more like it.”
I meander back to the couch and turn on the television. He wants to talk, but honestly, I want to enjoy my coffee and the news. Whatever he is going to say, it’s just going to bring down the whole vibe I have for today.
He sits down next to me and looks over at me. “Merry Christmas, by the way.”
I nod while taking a sip, but don’t verbally respond.
He gave me the best Christmas present ever, and I don’t want to ruin it by talking. Who talks about sexual encounters? We are grown ass adults and agreed that we wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m not some clingy girl from Dallas. We don’t need to have some weird ass conversation about where this is going and what not to expect. I’ve got it under control. My brother will never find out and we aren’t getting married.
The next twenty-minutes are silent as I finish up my first cup of coffee and then snag another one. Caffeine is the only thing that will keep me going today with the lack of sleep. Not that I’m complaining. If I have to see my brother again, I’ll need at least four more cups.
He turns his body toward me. “So, this can’t happen again. You know that, right? I just want to make sure we are both on the same page before I go back to Dallas. I’m not like your brother, and definitely don’t want to lead anyone on.”
Isn’t he sweet? He is worried about my feelings. Typical Stefan.
“Seriously, I’m fine. Stop worrying about it and just enjoy your vacation. Grown-ups can have sex without it turning into something. Hendrix said you like one-night stands, just think of this as that. Sure, we obviously have a history, but that doesn’t have to complicate things, right?”
He gets up from the couch and goes into the kitchen, going through the fridge and cabinets. I guess he didn’t want to answer that. What we want doesn’t matter. Hendrix has the reigns on both our lives and who knows when he will let go.
“What are you doing in there?” I ask.
