Necessary Detour by Kim Hornsby Read Free Book Online Page A

Can’t you stay and …..snuggle? Maybe talk a bit?” She gave him her irresistible sex-kitten look.
    “I’m not much of a snuggler, love.” He looked at her almost pitifully, unveiling an expression she’d hardly ever seen in her privileged life. “Let’s just remember it as fun and leave it at that, shall we?”
    He turned to go and Nikki sprang off the bed with the sheet. She still wore the black leather, thigh high boots, for God’s sake.
    Nikki followed him out of the bedroom, tripping on her king-sized cover up. All the things she wanted to say were stuck in her throat as she watched him grab his expensive leather jacket from the couch and throw it over his shoulder, like he was exiting a movie scene. Nikki stood in the bedroom doorway, shoulders slumped. “I expected more…”
    He sighed and turned to face her. “Look, Goldy—you of all people should know how to do this. You invited me here to fuck you, right?” He didn’t seem so conversationally stilted now. “Well, we fucked.”
    She nodded. “But I wanted…more.”
    He threw out his hands. His coat swung from his right hand. This move was definitely choreographed. “Well, whose fault is that?”
    Hers. She’d wasted this chance, this moment to be with one other man after a lifetime with Burn. After working him into a lather, she’d tried to secure his affection as Nikki when all he wanted was Goldy.
    At the very least, it was embarrassing. He’d seen her naked. Sucked on her tits. Holding back angry words was not going to be possible now. She needed to hurt his feelings.
    “I know how touchy men are about this sort of thing and I do understand if you’re embarrassed and want to go, but I just think we could keep trying…” she stopped when she saw the look on his face.
    Now she had his attention. “Sort of thing? What sort of thing?”
    Nikki pulled the arrow back and let it fly. “Erectile dysfunction.” Her lips twitched under the strain of a smile.
    “You’re joking, right?” He spun around and glancing at the blackness outside, ran his hand through his hair.
    “I can imagine it’s difficult when you’re faced with your fantasy woman but…”
    He turned and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Look. I functioned. I came. We fucked.”
    Nikki took great delight in seeing his restraint. “I didn’t. I barely got started. And you say you actually climaxed?” Nikki tried to look confused.
    He stared at her for a few very long seconds, trying to hold in his temper. “There’s no need to get all pissy about it.”
    That silenced her. Her balloon had lost all its air. He was right. It was a fuck, or an almost fuck and there was no need to get pissy, especially seeing that’s what she wanted in the first place.
    She’d had a few minutes of passion and, just because it hadn’t been good and he’d planned a quick getaway, didn’t give her the right to judge him and then get mad that it wasn’t what she’d expected. She’d brought him here on the premise that she would be Goldy and they’d do the nasty deed. This was all she got.
    He’d expected more too, she realized. Until that moment, she hadn’t noticed that he’d only called her Goldy.
    His footsteps tapped across the hall tile. “You owe me a bra!” she called just before the outer door slammed.

Chapter 5
    Louisa Lake sunshine beckoned from outside the bedroom window. Judging from the angle of the rays, she’d slept in. Elvis snored through his flattened nose while Nikki eased out of bed and dressed in her favorite jean shorts and a soft blue T-shirt.
    Her flip flops clapped noisily on the wooden stairs as the little dog shot from behind and beat her to the kitchen. Nausea lingered somewhere between reality and anticipation as she made some tea. With a steaming mug in hand, she sat at her laptop to check the online gossip columns.
    “No Goldy in Them Thar Hollywood Hills,” “Goldy Fever,” “Panning for Goldy.” The word plays were predictable and almost