had a chance to talk herself out of it. Whomever owned the room had obviously tried to help, and she desperately needed her headache to go away.
And coffee.
Maybe she would find some when she could walk without feeling like her head was about to explode.
Where the hell am I?
She downed the entire bottle of water, and tried to think as the medicine worked its magic. She remembered going to the bar and approaching the hottie at the counter, getting shot down, and then joining a group of boorish guys.
Please don’t let me be with the ringleader.
Hell, she should have left when Mister Perfect rejected her, but she’d been too proud to walk out, and later, she’d been too drunk. A couple of the guys were tolerable, but they weren’t the ones plying her with drinks and trying to get into her pants. As the night wore on, drunk Audrey became touchy Audrey, and the more aggressive men had started to get the wrong idea.
Another quick assessment of her clothes calmed her fears, and the rest of the night slowly started to come back.
Mister Perfect showed up to rescue her, she refused, and he threw her over his shoulder like she didn’t weigh anything at all. Remembering his strength excited her, until she remembered grabbing his ass, begging him to spank her, and calling him pretty. She buried her heated face in the nearby pillow, and silently screamed.
Thanks a lot, universe!
Great! She was in Mister Perfect’s home. Why did he have to be the one to help?
Maybe he’s married. Maybe that’s why he rejected you.
The thought gave her hope, but deep down, she knew better. Her luck hadn’t been that great lately, and doing the walk of shame in front of her rescuer seemed appropriately consistent with recent events in her life.
There was a reason she’d sworn off men, and this was a perfect example.
Time to face the music!
She had to face him sooner or later, so she might as well get it over with.
She grabbed her belongings off the nightstand and refilled her pockets, then she slid her feet into the ankle boots and zipped the short closures. Another deep breath fortified her nerves, and she slowly opened the door and stepped into the hall.
The familiar smell of coffee made her smile, but she had other things to take care of first, and she found the restroom quickly. She splashed cold water on her face, untangled her hair the best she could, and brushed her teeth with her finger. It wasn’t her usual minty fresh, but it worked in a pinch.
Audrey followed the coffee fragrance down the stairs, and through the large, spacious first floor, until she arrived in the kitchen. She’d expected to see Mister Perfect waiting for her, reading the paper or something, but the house seemed to be vacant.
She glanced around, located the coffee machine, and helped herself to a mug.
The dark wood in the kitchen matched the bedroom furniture, the bathroom cabinets, and what she’d seen of the rest of the house, and the midnight blue dishes were consistent of the bedding, towels and living room accents.
A sugar jar on the counter held packets of sweetener, and she found milk and cream in the nearly empty fridge. She leaned against the counter, slowly sipped the warm, soothing liquid, and listened to the faint sounds of metal clanking against cement.
When she reached the bottom of the mug and still found herself alone, she peeked out the kitchen window and found the source of the noise.
An auto-repair shop stood about twenty yards away.
***
Audrey left the house, and walked across the dirt separating the two buildings. There were no paths, no driveways, and basically no direct indication of how she should get to the front door of the shop, so she made her own way.
The area surrounding the two buildings was heavily forested, and she saw no signs of civilization except for the two-lane, black asphalt road carefully hidden between the trees.
She turned in a circle to quickly take in her surroundings, and got her first
And coffee.
Maybe she would find some when she could walk without feeling like her head was about to explode.
Where the hell am I?
She downed the entire bottle of water, and tried to think as the medicine worked its magic. She remembered going to the bar and approaching the hottie at the counter, getting shot down, and then joining a group of boorish guys.
Please don’t let me be with the ringleader.
Hell, she should have left when Mister Perfect rejected her, but she’d been too proud to walk out, and later, she’d been too drunk. A couple of the guys were tolerable, but they weren’t the ones plying her with drinks and trying to get into her pants. As the night wore on, drunk Audrey became touchy Audrey, and the more aggressive men had started to get the wrong idea.
Another quick assessment of her clothes calmed her fears, and the rest of the night slowly started to come back.
Mister Perfect showed up to rescue her, she refused, and he threw her over his shoulder like she didn’t weigh anything at all. Remembering his strength excited her, until she remembered grabbing his ass, begging him to spank her, and calling him pretty. She buried her heated face in the nearby pillow, and silently screamed.
Thanks a lot, universe!
Great! She was in Mister Perfect’s home. Why did he have to be the one to help?
Maybe he’s married. Maybe that’s why he rejected you.
The thought gave her hope, but deep down, she knew better. Her luck hadn’t been that great lately, and doing the walk of shame in front of her rescuer seemed appropriately consistent with recent events in her life.
There was a reason she’d sworn off men, and this was a perfect example.
Time to face the music!
She had to face him sooner or later, so she might as well get it over with.
She grabbed her belongings off the nightstand and refilled her pockets, then she slid her feet into the ankle boots and zipped the short closures. Another deep breath fortified her nerves, and she slowly opened the door and stepped into the hall.
The familiar smell of coffee made her smile, but she had other things to take care of first, and she found the restroom quickly. She splashed cold water on her face, untangled her hair the best she could, and brushed her teeth with her finger. It wasn’t her usual minty fresh, but it worked in a pinch.
Audrey followed the coffee fragrance down the stairs, and through the large, spacious first floor, until she arrived in the kitchen. She’d expected to see Mister Perfect waiting for her, reading the paper or something, but the house seemed to be vacant.
She glanced around, located the coffee machine, and helped herself to a mug.
The dark wood in the kitchen matched the bedroom furniture, the bathroom cabinets, and what she’d seen of the rest of the house, and the midnight blue dishes were consistent of the bedding, towels and living room accents.
A sugar jar on the counter held packets of sweetener, and she found milk and cream in the nearly empty fridge. She leaned against the counter, slowly sipped the warm, soothing liquid, and listened to the faint sounds of metal clanking against cement.
When she reached the bottom of the mug and still found herself alone, she peeked out the kitchen window and found the source of the noise.
An auto-repair shop stood about twenty yards away.
***
Audrey left the house, and walked across the dirt separating the two buildings. There were no paths, no driveways, and basically no direct indication of how she should get to the front door of the shop, so she made her own way.
The area surrounding the two buildings was heavily forested, and she saw no signs of civilization except for the two-lane, black asphalt road carefully hidden between the trees.
She turned in a circle to quickly take in her surroundings, and got her first
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