didn’t seem possible that she could feel so comfortable with a stranger, but she did. Apparently the best orgasm of a girl’s life could work wonders on intimacy issues.
She pressed a careful hand to her belly, amazed at the way her muscles still twitched.
“Sorry,” he murmured near her ear, as his arm stretched past her. “I need to…” He reached for the box of tissues on the table.
Beth hid her smile. He was so polite. No wonder so many women liked him. He was even cuter now than he had been before he’d rocked her world.
The man was a god.
She was just starting to close her eyes when the familiar sound of her phone filled the room. Beth disentangled herself and sat up with a guilty lurch to dive for her purse. If it was Annabelle, she had to answer it, didn’t she? Annabelle had obviously had something important to say when she’d called earlier. And God only knew when she’d get through again.
When Beth finally found her phone, the display showed exactly the name she didn’t want to see. Damn it. “I’m sorry. I have to take this. I’ll just…”
“Of course.”
She hurried toward the bathroom, opening her phone as she closed the door.
“Annabelle,” she said as softly as she could without whispering.
“Beth! Oh, it’s so good to hear your voice! Namaste.”
“Yes. Hi. Namaste.”
“I finally got a clear line.”
Beth caught a glimpse of herself and her garter belt in the mirror and stammered. “Uh-huh. Yes.”
“Is everything okay? You sound strange.”
“Everything’s fine.” She shot a look at the bathroom door. “It’s late here.”
“Hmm. I don’t know, Beth. You sound decidedly odd. Regardless, I have the most amazing news! You’re going to be so excited.”
Through the thin door, Beth heard Jamie’s phone ringing, too. If he started talking, would Annabelle hear?
“Um, Annabelle… Can I call you back in a few minutes? I’m not…I’m leaving a dinner and I can’t talk. Just don’t move, okay?”
“Beth—”
She snapped the phone shut just as Jamie answered his phone. His indistinct words rumbled through the closed door, and just the sound of his voice made her melt. She still wanted him. Even now. Even while she was completely spent and satisfied.
But now she was stuck in the bathroom and didn’t know what to do. She frowned at the girl standing in the mirror. A girl in a hotel bathroom in stockings and a garter belt, her sex still wet and aching. It felt way too vulnerable to simply waltz back in there and lie down in the bed. What if he wanted her to leave?
She should leave. He probably didn’t want to cuddle and spoon.
The door clicked softly when she opened it, and his voice became crisp and clear. For some reason, she felt shocked that he was standing there still naked with the phone pressed to his ear. He glanced up and she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. Ridiculous. They’d just had insanely good sex. And he was totally exposed. Her eyes tried to wander down his body, as if she were a man faced with a plunging neckline. Eyes up, she chanted to herself. Eyes up. His gaze didn’t leave her face, which only made her feel more like a caveman.
Sorry, she mouthed, tiptoeing toward her clothes. He shook his head, but she ignored him and reached for her bra. The breeze from the open window curled around her and she shivered. She felt better about herself when he finally lost his hold on his gaze and it dipped to her breasts.
“Absolutely,” he said into the phone, but when she pointed toward the door, he shook his head again.
She dropped down to snatch up her dress then looked up without realizing how close she was to him. She stumbled back from the nudity so close at hand and yanked her dress on before twisting and turning to get the zipper up.
“Villanueva has a new restaurant on 8th,” he was saying as Beth slipped on her heels and grabbed her purse.
“Sorry,” she whispered, giving him a little wave.
Wait, he mouthed, but she pointed at her phone and gave a helpless shrug as if the call to Annabelle couldn’t possibly wait another few minutes. In reality, she needed to get out of here. She couldn’t get too attached to him. Not because she’d be embarrassed to date him. Not truly. Jamie had a sizzling reputation even among her friends. He was one preppy guy she might be able to pull off.
No, it wasn’t