Wild Sexy Thing (Wild Sexy 1)

I started to change. Why had I said that? Why did I suddenly care about his experience with women? Why did I care that the experience was so vast he could guess my sizes on the first try? Why did I have the insane desire to hold on to his t-shirt, the one I’d been wearing that still smelled like him? What was wrong with me?

He went into the walk-in closet, and rather than wait for him, I went out to wait in the living room. He joined me a few minutes later wearing a grey Henley and jeans that accentuated his long legs. I tried not to stare.

He fiddled with his keys. “You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

He nodded then we took the elevator down to the basement parking garage. He was driving the same car from Friday night, a sleek silver sports car with the pouncing jaguar gleaming on the hood. He opened the door for me with a tight smile then joined me inside and started driving.

I waited for him to say something. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted him to say; I just knew I didn’t want this silence hanging between us.

He parked down the street from my apartment building and turned off the ignition before turning to me.

“We’re here,” he said.

“Yeah.” I felt awkward. I didn’t want to leave, didn’t want our weekend to end, but of course it couldn’t last forever. I felt strangely teary. “I had a great time.”

He took my hand and played with my fingers. “Daphne…” he said slowly. Then he smiled wryly. “Me too.”

I pulled my hand from his abruptly; I just couldn’t bear the intimacy anymore. “I guess I’ll see you around,” I said.

“Yeah.”

I opened the door and jumped out of the car. I was wearing the clothes he’d bought me and carrying my dress and shoes in the shopping bag. I turned just long enough to wave and then I was hurrying through the entrance of my building and up the stairs, leaving behind what had been, without question, the best weekend of my life.

Chapter Seven

“I thought I heard you come in.” Amy was standing at the door to my room. I’d taken off my shoes and was lying across my bed with my feet dangling close to the floor. I was still trying to unpack how I felt about the weekend, about Jason, and about what I wanted going forward, and I wasn’t making any headway.

“Yeah.” I smiled at her. “Came in a couple of minutes ago.”

She raised a brow in a gesture that reminded me of Jason. “Nice dress,” she said with an admiring glance at the outfit her brother had bought me. “Nice glow too. So…how was it?”

I chuckled. “Wild.”

“Looks like it. You just disappeared from the club. He must have been something.” She gave me a playful wink.

I drew in a breath, my mind going back to Jason and that moment on the dance floor when I’d known I wanted nothing more than to take every pleasure his body could offer mine.

“He was…really something.”

“I can see that from your face,” Amy said. “Anybody I know?”

I shook my head and hoped she wouldn’t see the lie in my eyes.

“Bummer,” she said. “Anyway, Jason came to the table right after you went down to the dance floor and said he had to get back to the office. So, it was just me and Colin, and we had fun—free drinks, great music, and then we came back here and made good use of your absence.”

“You horny girl,” I said, laughing.

She grinned. “Look who’s talking.”

I was glad she hadn’t made the connection with me and Jason both leaving the club. I hadn’t missed the part where Jason had told them he was leaving even before he’d joined me on the dance floor. Had he known even then that we’d be leaving together?

“Sorry I didn’t let you know I was leaving, though in my defense, I didn’t think you’d miss me with Colin around.”

Amy shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you had fun for a change.” She paused. “I think I’m in love with Colin,” she mused. “It’s not too soon to know, is it?”

I thought about it for a moment while images of Jason’s face danced in my head. “I wouldn’t know,” I said softly, “but if you’re happy, I’m happy for you.”