"Okay." She grabs at my shoulders.
"I like your dress, sweetheart." I play with the spaghetti strap going over her shoulder. This is happening. And it's gonna feel good. Period. Violet doesn't enter into the equation. "Have to apologize in advance for how I'm going to destroy it."
She lets out a needy sigh.
I lead her through the side door. No sense in wasting time. I need to stop thinking.
I pin her to the wall.
She rises to her tiptoes to kiss me. I turn so she gets my cheek. From the sound of her whine, it's not what she wants, but that's too bad.
Her lips go to my neck.
I close my eyes.
Need to get into this. But my head keeps filling with thoughts of Violet—of her soft, red lips sucking on my neck as she climbs on top of me.
My cock springs to attention.
Uh-uh. I may be a manwhore, but I'm not tacky enough to think about my ex when I'm fucking a stranger.
I pull back to take a long look at this woman. Whatever her name is.
Her tongue slides over her lips. She wants me. Badly. Usually, that's enough.
But right now…
Damn, what the hell is wrong with me? I close my eyes and force my thoughts out of my brain.
She tugs at my t-shirt and runs her fingers over my chest.
There. Pleasure starts pushing everything else away.
I can do this.
Her hand goes to my jeans. She undoes my belt. Pulls down my zipper.
Then she's jumping back, hiding behind me. The side door is swinging open. Someone is stepping into the alley.
Better call this now. Shit's not happening with her. I should go home and practice those new songs. I should wait until I'm someplace that doesn't remind me of my ex to pick up a one-night stand.
I rebutton my pants and fasten my belt.
There's a woman in front of the half-open side door. She's on her knees, pressing her hand over her mouth.
Poor girl doesn't know her limits. It's been a long time since I drank enough to throw up but I don't remember it fondly.
She's a champ. She coughs but she doesn't gag. It takes a minute, but she manages to push herself up and brush off her dirty knees.
No-
I rub my eyes. There's no way in hell that's her.
I must be seeing things.
Violet blinks back at me. "Ethan?"
Fuck, that's her voice. I'd know it anywhere. Her hair is different—it's cut short, a severe bob with neat bangs—but those green eyes give her away.