Moment of Weakness - The Esquire Girls Series - Hailey (Book 1) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
this man. If I have to sit here watching water run down his stone-cut body when he emerges from the bathroom, I’m guaranteed to do something stupid.
Chapter 15
“Coral is a pretty color on you, Hails,” Nadia comments as she stands next to me, taking in my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of us.
“On you, too,” I say distractedly. I’ve been gazing into the mirror for the past few minutes without really seeing anything. Thoughts of Jackson are on repeat in my mind. I keep fantasizing about what could have happened between us last night.
I could have given in to the urge to run my fingers down his ripped chest.
He could have kissed me.
I could have let him fuck me…all night long.
And I know I did the right thing by playing it cool and keeping my hands to myself, but God knows it was hard.
I keep having to remind myself that, firstly, Jackson is not my type. As handsome and charming as he may be, he’s not the type of man I planned to be with when I moved to New York City.
“Are you sure?”
Nadia’s question rips through my thoughts. “Huh? Am I sure about what?”
She pushes an exasperated sigh past her lips. ”Are you sure this color looks good on me?” There’s a tinge of irritation on her pretty face.
I offer a weak smile. “Yes, of course. It’s awesome against your skin tone.”
She throws me a quick glance over her shoulder as she runs her hands down the satin fabric smoothing out a wrinkle. “What are you so busy thinking about anyway?”
A part of me is aching to tell someone – anyone about Jackson and the new, strange things he’s making me feel, but the other part wants to keep him a secret all to myself. I don’t want to share these confusing thoughts with anyone.
Thankfully, Amber waddles into the room at just that moment, an eager bridal shop attendant hot on her heels. She pauses by the door as her eyes scan the dresses that Nadia and I are wearing. She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t like,” she announces flatly.
“Well, how about we try on these crimson-colored dresses?” the attendant says quickly. She obviously doesn’t want to lose this sale for her small bridal boutique. She shoves a pair of lacy red frocks at Nadia and me. I can tell they’re hideous before I even put mine on. Still, I don’t want to be the one to break it to Amber. She’s a sensitive bride-to-be if I’ve ever seen one.
Just as I’m about to head back to the dressing room to try on the new dress, Ruthie comes rushing through the door, hair damp with snow. “I’m late. I know. I’m sorry,” she says as she slips out of her winter coat.
Amber sort of glares at her. “Don’t you dare say you were stuck at work, Ruthie, because I can smell the sex on you from all the way over here. You were with Michael, weren’t you?”
My roommate looks coy as a blush rushes to her cheeks.
Nadia laughs, rushing to Ruthie’s defense. “Amber, you can’t fault the girl. She’s got a fine male specimen who lives to give her toe-curling orgasms. If I had a man like Michael, I’d be late, too.”
Toe-curling orgasms…
And just like that, my mind is on Jackson again.
Chapter 16
It’s 11:15 at night. And I’m trying to figure out why the hell I’m knocking on Jackson’s front door.
I’m about to pivot quickly on my heel and run away, but I’m too late. The door swings open and he’s standing there, wearing nothing but some dark blue basketball shorts.
“Hailey?” He’s obviously surprised to see me. Especially after the way I disappeared this morning while he was in the shower.
“Hey Tough Guy,” I say shyly.
We stand there for a long moment, both looking at each other but not saying a word.
He takes me by the hand and gently pulls me toward him. He’s so close I can feel the delicious heat radiating off of his body, making me wild to taste
Chapter 15
“Coral is a pretty color on you, Hails,” Nadia comments as she stands next to me, taking in my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of us.
“On you, too,” I say distractedly. I’ve been gazing into the mirror for the past few minutes without really seeing anything. Thoughts of Jackson are on repeat in my mind. I keep fantasizing about what could have happened between us last night.
I could have given in to the urge to run my fingers down his ripped chest.
He could have kissed me.
I could have let him fuck me…all night long.
And I know I did the right thing by playing it cool and keeping my hands to myself, but God knows it was hard.
I keep having to remind myself that, firstly, Jackson is not my type. As handsome and charming as he may be, he’s not the type of man I planned to be with when I moved to New York City.
“Are you sure?”
Nadia’s question rips through my thoughts. “Huh? Am I sure about what?”
She pushes an exasperated sigh past her lips. ”Are you sure this color looks good on me?” There’s a tinge of irritation on her pretty face.
I offer a weak smile. “Yes, of course. It’s awesome against your skin tone.”
She throws me a quick glance over her shoulder as she runs her hands down the satin fabric smoothing out a wrinkle. “What are you so busy thinking about anyway?”
A part of me is aching to tell someone – anyone about Jackson and the new, strange things he’s making me feel, but the other part wants to keep him a secret all to myself. I don’t want to share these confusing thoughts with anyone.
Thankfully, Amber waddles into the room at just that moment, an eager bridal shop attendant hot on her heels. She pauses by the door as her eyes scan the dresses that Nadia and I are wearing. She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t like,” she announces flatly.
“Well, how about we try on these crimson-colored dresses?” the attendant says quickly. She obviously doesn’t want to lose this sale for her small bridal boutique. She shoves a pair of lacy red frocks at Nadia and me. I can tell they’re hideous before I even put mine on. Still, I don’t want to be the one to break it to Amber. She’s a sensitive bride-to-be if I’ve ever seen one.
Just as I’m about to head back to the dressing room to try on the new dress, Ruthie comes rushing through the door, hair damp with snow. “I’m late. I know. I’m sorry,” she says as she slips out of her winter coat.
Amber sort of glares at her. “Don’t you dare say you were stuck at work, Ruthie, because I can smell the sex on you from all the way over here. You were with Michael, weren’t you?”
My roommate looks coy as a blush rushes to her cheeks.
Nadia laughs, rushing to Ruthie’s defense. “Amber, you can’t fault the girl. She’s got a fine male specimen who lives to give her toe-curling orgasms. If I had a man like Michael, I’d be late, too.”
Toe-curling orgasms…
And just like that, my mind is on Jackson again.
Chapter 16
It’s 11:15 at night. And I’m trying to figure out why the hell I’m knocking on Jackson’s front door.
I’m about to pivot quickly on my heel and run away, but I’m too late. The door swings open and he’s standing there, wearing nothing but some dark blue basketball shorts.
“Hailey?” He’s obviously surprised to see me. Especially after the way I disappeared this morning while he was in the shower.
“Hey Tough Guy,” I say shyly.
We stand there for a long moment, both looking at each other but not saying a word.
He takes me by the hand and gently pulls me toward him. He’s so close I can feel the delicious heat radiating off of his body, making me wild to taste
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