The Two-Night One-Night Stand Read Free Page B

you have that?”
    He breathes out a chuckle, ignoring my question, and places his arm behind my back. “Shall we?”
    It’s probably still the effects of the alcohol, but my spine tingles from his touch making me quickly forget about the mystery packet and the injured maid.
    “Yeah. Let’s go.”
    I don’t know where we’re going but I do know I’m sure excited to get there.
     
     
     

     
    I KEEP AN eye on Dr. Douche until we make it safely outside. Lucky for me, he is still busy looking for unsuspecting patients and not his date.
    The balminess of the crowded bar makes the chilly night air seem all the more cold. Holly’s arms cross over her chest and tiny goose bumps pucker the skin of her exposed arms. Luck is once again on my side, because my car is parked right out front. I slip out my keys, press down on the button, and the alarm chirps, unlocking the doors. I grab my coat off the passenger seat to offer the chilly nurse.
    “Here.” I open the coat up to her. Her small cold frame wriggles into my large warm coat, and it swallows her up. “Are you hungry?” I ask, hoping she’ll say yes. There’s an Italian restaurant within walking distance and I would love some one-on-one time tucked away in a quiet little booth getting to know her. Plus, after a hectic day I could definitely use some sustenance in my empty stomach.
    “I could eat,” she says. “There’s this great little pizza place right around the corner from here,”
    “Romeo’s,” we both say at the same time.
    “You know it?” I ask.
    “I know it well. I go there all the time.” She beams. Is it possible I’ve seen her there before? No. Her pretty face is definitely one I’d remember. “They have the best Marsala pizza. Have you tried it?”
    I hate mushrooms, but I lie and tell her, “Yes. I love the Marsala pizza.” An incredible smile lifts her glossy pink lips and she moves in closer as we start to walk toward the restaurant. Definitely worth the small fib.
    We reach the quaint little Italian place, I swing the glass door open and hold it for her. As she breezes past me, I breathe in the delicate scent of vanilla. Here’s hoping that some of that sweet scent seeps its way into the wool of my coat.
    “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about being set up, but now I’m kinda glad your sister talked us into this.”
    I gulp at the reminder still weighing this chance encounter down. Now that we’re out of the craziness of the packed bar, I need to tell her. Right now. Tell her how this has all been a misunderstanding. Maybe she’ll even laugh. Or maybe there’s a chance she won’t? Regardless, I can’t go on letting her think I’m someone else. I open my mouth and shut it without uttering a word. Dammit, what if I tell her and she leaves?
    Psst, Matty, you hear me? An incoming telepathic message. Dude, you can’t risk it. You know that as well as I do.
    Uh-oh. I shake my head, disregarding the little voice coming from below my waist. Holly and I step up to the glass-enclosed counter. She orders a slice of Marsala pizza; of course I’m obligated to order it as well. Now I’m stuck eating mushrooms. Proof that lying is not the way to go. All the more reason to tell her now and get it over with.
    She’s wearing thigh highs and I know you saw those tits spilling right out of her tight little dress. Don’t even pretend you’re not aching to tear that uniform off of her and do nasty things. It’s been a loooooong time, Matty.
    Not that long . I give in, going against my better judgment, and acknowledge the voice.
    Seventeen months, six days, eleven hours, and forty-three minutes.
    Really? Has it been that long? Fuck. That really is a long time.
    Yes, it is. Listen to me, Matty. You cannot tell her.
    It’s getting hard to ignore my outspoken dick and his valid points as to why I should keep up this charade. But I need to. I shake my head and tune out the inner voice of my horny peen. I’m not that kind of guy. Time to rip