Lovers' Dance Read Free

do that? I followed at a slower pace, not knowing where we were going and losing track of where the front door was.
    “You can clean up in here.” Matt abruptly flung a door open to reveal a large bedroom that was at odds with the muted colours downstairs. There were warm browns and yellows, with a hint of green courtesy of large plant-filled vases situated around the room. “Bathroom’s through that door.”
    Then he was gone. I closed the door and stood there for a moment. Was this a guest bedroom or his? Upon entering the ensuite, I forgot about whose bedroom it was and stripped off. The shower was hot and welcomed. I used the shampoo and conditioner that was on a glass ledge, then scrubbed myself clean, feeling much better when I turned off the shower. Dripping wet, I balked at the idea of putting back on my vomit dress. Shit. I hadn’t asked for a towel.
    I sloshed over the tiles and opened the door cautiously. There on the bed was a thick pink bathrobe that hadn’t been there before. And a towel. I grabbed the towel, drying off quickly before wrapping it around my hair and pulling on the robe. Pink? Did he have a girlfriend? Guys don’t have pink robes…unless they swung that way. No, even if he was gay, I couldn’t picture him in a pink robe. Matt oozed masculinity like it was going out of style. It had to be a woman’s. I was wearing some random chick’s robe. That was an unsettling thought as I made my way out of the room.
    “Matt?” I called. No answer. I ventured down the carpeted hallway to the room at the end. The light was on and the door slightly ajar. I knocked softly.
    “Matt?” Still no answer. I pushed the door open further and stuck my head in. Stark was the only word for it, maybe sterile. This room was larger than the one I’d been in and the walls were white, the furniture a mixture of black and white. The bed was huge with a balled up towel left haphazardly on the edge of the black satin sheets. The towel was the only untidy thing in the room. Jeez, even the pristine white carpets were fluff free. How could carpets this white stay white? I glanced across the room at the ensuite. The door had been left wide open, but I couldn’t see or hear anyone in there.
    Then I spotted the walk-in closet with the doors also left wide open. I looked down at the pink robe I sported and guiltily headed for the closet. Maybe I could find a shirt or something to wear instead of this pink monstrosity that another chick used…
     
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    Matt finally found plasters after searching the cabinet in the downstairs loo. He hurried to the guest room and felt surprised alarm when he found the door wide open with no one inside it. What the hell? Where was she? Backing out the room he noticed his bedroom door gaping open down the hall. She’d probably gone looking for him after cleaning up. Matt strode towards his room, plasters in hand with what he hoped was a friendly, nonthreatening smile on his face. She was jumpy; one couldn’t blame her after the night she’d had. A rush of anger ran through him as he remembered those arses attacking her. What was wrong with the world?
    He entered his room, mouth parting to call her name when he froze. She was in his closet, slipping off the robe he’d left her with a towel wrapped around her head. She hadn’t heard him enter, too busy taking down one of his shirts. Matt’s eyes were fixated on her nakedness. Although he felt like a pervert for staring at her, he couldn’t look away, the bright lights overhead giving him a clear uninterrupted side view of her dark-skinned slender body. Bloody hell. She was perfect. His body reacted with an intensity of arousal that left him light-headed. What was wrong with him? Mentally berating himself, he couldn’t move from where he stood, gaze locked on the woman shrugging on one of his shirts and buttoning it up. He watched as she opened drawers, lips pursed as she found the one with belts. She picked one up and grimaced