morning and I need to get some sleep to at least look presentable.
“Thanks for tonight. It was very fun,” he says as he kisses me on the lips.
“Yeah, it was,” I say as I smile at him.
I know that it is kind of awkward for him…but hell, it is awkward for me too.
I’m not exactly the one-night stand type of girl, but I know that this is one I’m not going to regret.
Not in the least bit.
He squeezes my hand and walks out the door.
And at that moment, I realize that I don’t even know his name.
The man rocked my world and I have no idea who he even was.
I shake my head and walk toward the bedroom.
Hopefully I would run into him again, and hopefully he rocks my world again…
Alexander
I stand outside of the woman’s apartment, fighting the urge to go back in and continue snuggling up to her. I’ve never been so attracted to a woman, and that scares me.
I am used to the one-night stands.
I have them frequently, but something is different about this.
She is different.
I have sex with women and after I get what I need, I forget about them; it was never anything more or anything less.
But I feel drawn to this one. Something is calling me back to her.
I don’t know what it is about this particular one that is driving me crazy but I am going to find out, because all I can think about is her eyes when her body released on me and the sensual sounds she made when I suckled her breasts.
The woman was intoxicating, and I know that I haven’t had my fill of her just yet.
Like a fine whiskey, I need more.
I need to taste her again.
I am going to find out everything that I can about her and with the team that I have, it should be done by the time I eat breakfast.
I text the address to my investigator and tell him to do a little research on the woman as I got in my car.
I take one last glance at her door and consider walking back in there…
No.
I won’t go back until I find out who she is. I need to know that she is worth my time.
And if she’s half as great as I think she is, then I’m in trouble.
Chapter Four
Tara
The alarm startles me so I hit it hard.
I know that I have to get out of bed.
My meeting’s in a few hours, and I need to make myself look like I wasn’t out drinking all night and having an awesome one-night stand.
It was time to put on my business face—something I always do well. I had to, or I wouldn’t eat.
I roll out of bed and glance at myself in the mirror.
My hair is sticking up all over the place and I had small bags under my eyes, but it is nothing a comb and some makeup couldn’t fix.
I pull out the outfit that I plan to wear.
It’s a soft black dress pants and a silver sleeveless shirt. I decide to wear some silver sandals with it to complete the ensemble. I didn’t like the stuffy look that most people liked to wear; as long as I didn’t overdo it, people still took me seriously.
I go to the bathroom and step in the shower. I grab my cucumber-melon shower gel and begin to wash away the sweat of the intense night. I feel a slight headache coming on and will take a tablet once I get out of the shower. I scrub my body well, dry off, and throw my clothes on.
Gazing in the mirror, I decide to put just a little concealer under my eyes and comb my hair, getting the tangles out. I run the flat iron over it really fast and take one last look at myself.
I smile, seeing that I’m ready for business.
In the kitchen, I grab a banana off the counter and an orange juice and a yogurt from the fridge. I scoff it down as I mentally go over my presentation again.
I really want that building lot, but I also know that it is prime property for some stupid, big corporation to come in and swoop up from me.
That’s why getting it was so crucial.
No one seemed to notice it just yet, and
“Thanks for tonight. It was very fun,” he says as he kisses me on the lips.
“Yeah, it was,” I say as I smile at him.
I know that it is kind of awkward for him…but hell, it is awkward for me too.
I’m not exactly the one-night stand type of girl, but I know that this is one I’m not going to regret.
Not in the least bit.
He squeezes my hand and walks out the door.
And at that moment, I realize that I don’t even know his name.
The man rocked my world and I have no idea who he even was.
I shake my head and walk toward the bedroom.
Hopefully I would run into him again, and hopefully he rocks my world again…
Alexander
I stand outside of the woman’s apartment, fighting the urge to go back in and continue snuggling up to her. I’ve never been so attracted to a woman, and that scares me.
I am used to the one-night stands.
I have them frequently, but something is different about this.
She is different.
I have sex with women and after I get what I need, I forget about them; it was never anything more or anything less.
But I feel drawn to this one. Something is calling me back to her.
I don’t know what it is about this particular one that is driving me crazy but I am going to find out, because all I can think about is her eyes when her body released on me and the sensual sounds she made when I suckled her breasts.
The woman was intoxicating, and I know that I haven’t had my fill of her just yet.
Like a fine whiskey, I need more.
I need to taste her again.
I am going to find out everything that I can about her and with the team that I have, it should be done by the time I eat breakfast.
I text the address to my investigator and tell him to do a little research on the woman as I got in my car.
I take one last glance at her door and consider walking back in there…
No.
I won’t go back until I find out who she is. I need to know that she is worth my time.
And if she’s half as great as I think she is, then I’m in trouble.
Chapter Four
Tara
The alarm startles me so I hit it hard.
I know that I have to get out of bed.
My meeting’s in a few hours, and I need to make myself look like I wasn’t out drinking all night and having an awesome one-night stand.
It was time to put on my business face—something I always do well. I had to, or I wouldn’t eat.
I roll out of bed and glance at myself in the mirror.
My hair is sticking up all over the place and I had small bags under my eyes, but it is nothing a comb and some makeup couldn’t fix.
I pull out the outfit that I plan to wear.
It’s a soft black dress pants and a silver sleeveless shirt. I decide to wear some silver sandals with it to complete the ensemble. I didn’t like the stuffy look that most people liked to wear; as long as I didn’t overdo it, people still took me seriously.
I go to the bathroom and step in the shower. I grab my cucumber-melon shower gel and begin to wash away the sweat of the intense night. I feel a slight headache coming on and will take a tablet once I get out of the shower. I scrub my body well, dry off, and throw my clothes on.
Gazing in the mirror, I decide to put just a little concealer under my eyes and comb my hair, getting the tangles out. I run the flat iron over it really fast and take one last look at myself.
I smile, seeing that I’m ready for business.
In the kitchen, I grab a banana off the counter and an orange juice and a yogurt from the fridge. I scoff it down as I mentally go over my presentation again.
I really want that building lot, but I also know that it is prime property for some stupid, big corporation to come in and swoop up from me.
That’s why getting it was so crucial.
No one seemed to notice it just yet, and
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