can I say? It was a
major turn-on.
Gripping my thick length, I pictured her face when
I’d helped her to her feet. Her full, pink lips just about had me marking her
right then and there. Beautiful amber eyes stared back at me, full of desire
and surprise, but never fear. She stood in front of me in nothing but a damn
T-shirt and panties, both doing a shit job of hiding the body underneath. Those
memories of her took me to completion, my desire washing away with the water
circling the drain.
I knew, right in that moment, Sara Hawthorne was
going to be my undoing.
~6~
Sara
It’d been a week since I woke up next to Mr.
Gorgeous, aka Alek Devera . An array of emotions
conflicted me, streaming through me and confusing me at every turn. I was oddly
excited, daydreaming of when I would see him again. If ever. Nervousness raced
through me at how much I liked him. I hardly knew the man, yet I felt an
unexplainable connection toward him.
His face was the one thing I kept picturing. His
voice was constantly ringing in my ears. I didn’t like feeling that way, slowly
being wrapped up completely in a man. A virtual stranger.
When I finally rushed into our apartment, dropping
my keys a few times in my excitement, I threw my things on the couch and called
for my best friend. “Lex!” I shouted. “Are you home? Alexa!”
“What the hell are you yelling for? I’m right
here.” She came barreling out of the bathroom, half-assed wrapped in a towel
thinking something bad had happened. That was until she saw my face.
“I got it! My loan was approved for the shop!”
I screeched, throwing my hands in the air like a crazy person.
I was beyond words, beaming from ear to ear. It
meant more to me than merely owning my own business, which was a huge deal in
and of itself. After what I’d been through, I needed this to feel somewhat
normal again. I’ll take all of the
mundane day to day dealings with owning and operating my own business, the debt
which has to be repaid, the long hours to get me started and everything else if it means I have a chance at a regular life for once. Well…in
a very long time, anyway.
I had a normal life once upon a time…before I met him. But I won’t dwell on the past. It
was a happy time for me, and I refused to let anyone ruin it, even myself.
Alexa rushed over and embraced me in a huge hug. “I’m
so happy for you, Sara; I truly am. I know how much you wanted this. How many
twenty-six-year-old women do you know who own their very own business?” She was
smiling right along with me. “I know one. You. When did you find out?”
“I called today on a whim, it being Saturday and
all, and actually talked to Mr. Hemsworth , the loan
officer I’ve been dealing with. He was about to leave for the weekend when I
caught him.”
My cheek muscles started to ache, the stupid grin
never once disappearing from my face.
“Did you call Katherine yet and let her know she
can officially retire?” she asked as she made her way toward the kitchen to
grab a drink. Alexa liked Katherine almost as much as I did, viewing her as the
mother figure, just like everyone else.
“No. I thought I would sign the paperwork on
Monday, make it legit, and then bring them to work with me. She won’t be too
shocked, though.”
I was excited the plan I’d had for myself was
actually going to be my new reality. But to have someone near and dear to my
heart express the same type of happiness for my new circumstance was amazing. I
truly didn’t know what I’d do without Alexa by my side. The gratitude I’d felt
toward her was so overwhelming I’d almost been reduced to tears. Thankfully,
she hadn’t noticed, all too consumed with thoughts of going out that evening
and having a great time.
“We have to celebrate. A girls’ night out,” Alexa
sang, dancing around the kitchen island like a woman
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