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offered to pay my tab and then headed
toward the stage. Looking directly at me as he jumped behind the microphone and
smiled, I was sure he noticed my shocked expression. It was now clear where his
confidence came from and if that wasn’t enough to get me in bed, the voice that
followed sealed the deal. I don’t always work that quickly with a guy I just
met, but there was no chance in hell I would turn him down. And I’m glad I
didn’t. We could definitely do this again.
    Very
Soon.
    Cautious to not wake sleeping beauty, I
slip out of the bed looking around the sparsely furnished room for my clothes,
which were thrown in every direction last night. My panties, luckily, were
right next to the bed. My bra on the other hand landed on the dresser, not too
far from my top, but my pants were across the room close to the door. Gathering
the scattered articles of clothing, I make my way into the connected bathroom.
    Catching sight of my reflection in the
vanity mirror, I practically jumped out of my own skin.
    Yikes!
    It was a small miracle to wake up before
Dave and spare him the agony of having to see this mess of hair on my head and
black smeared under my eyes. Turning the faucet on low, I wet my fingers before
attempting to clean up some of the horrid mascara remnants. With that taken
care of, I pull my trusty hair tie off my wrist and throw my hair up in a sloppy
bun. This will have to do for now, until I make it home and can wash the rest
of last night off me.
    Climbing back into my clothes, I notice
my body aches a little, sore from the late night activities. Dave was a fun
time for sure.
    Stealing a swig of mouthwash, I give my
teeth a quick swish around before attempting my exit.
    Slowly opening the door, I tiptoe out of
the bathroom. The whole awkward morning after routine is the worst, so I do my
best to avoid them all together. Just shy of the door, I take one last look at
the sexy, tattooed, musician and wind up walking straight into the doorframe.
    “Shit.” I hiss rubbing the side of my
head.
    The rustling of the sheets informs me
that my stealthy exit failed miserably.
    “Hey, are you alright?” Dave asks,
sitting up in the bed, his voice gravelly from sleep.
    “Yeah, I’m good. My mom didn’t name me
Grace for a reason.”
    Typical Cheyenne
fashion; always a bit clumsy.
    “Leaving?” Unashamed, Dave stands from
the bed and stretches in all his naked glory.
    Dave wasn’t overly muscular, but had enough
definition to showcase his abs and the uber sexy v that leads straight to the
gold. Distracted by admiring the beautiful artwork decorating almost every inch
of his body, I forgot he had even asked a question until he was standing right
in front of me smirking. It would be easy to spend an eternity just admiring
his tattoos, and would probably take me that long to account for every one that
covers the canvas.
    “Uh, yeah. I have some homework I need
to finish before Monday.” I finally answer directing my eyes up towards his
face. His six-foot figure towering over me, reminded me that I still need to find my heels.
    Focus
Cheyenne.
    “Last night was…” he pauses to find the
word, “ ..fun . We’re playing at Penny’s again tonight
and next weekend, also. We should do this again.”
    “Maybe we will. You have my number.” I
say backing away slowly.
    Not every guy ends up with my digits. I
learned that lesson the hard way, after having to start blocking numbers from
my phone. However, Dave seems like the kind of guy who knows the score.
    “So we’re good? Need me to walk you out
or anything?” Dave asks with humor in his eyes, stepping closer to me. Yeah, he
knew the score.
    “No, I think I can handle it, rockstar .” I laugh patting his chest. “I’ll see you
around.”
    Turning to make my exit a strong arm
wraps around my waist as he pulls me back up against his frontside .
    “You will be seeing around.” His breath
against my ear and his hardening member against my back had me