inside the condom with so much force, I swear I almost black out again.
“Wow.” Her soft lyrical voice sounds from in front of me, making me grimace.
I know that sound, that soft tone of voice. I’ve heard it used a dozen times before, always when they want something more from me than I’m willing to give. It's dumbfounding to me how many women think a couple of fucks equates to a relationship or, even worse, a ring. Nope, after watching my father get married over and over like it's a fucking sport, I decided it was a game I wanted no part in playing.
After pulling myself free from her, I turn my back and climb from the bed, removing the condom and knotting the end. I snag my wallet from beside the depleted bowl of condoms and pull two twenties from it. I toss them on the bed and take my wallet, just in case, and the used condom to the bathroom with me, hoping to fuck I haven't ended up with a stage five clinger.
I call over my shoulder as I leave, “It's been fun, sweetheart, but my flight leaves soon. I’ll see you around. I’ve left you some money for a cab.”
I hear her suck in a sharp breath and take that as my cue, quickly locking myself in the bathroom and standing under the scalding water for the next fifteen minutes until I feel somewhat human again. Although, if I’m completely honest with myself, it was the fuck that did that. Just because I want her gone didn't mean that wasn’t some of the best sex I’ve ever had. So much so, I get myself off once more to the image of her colorful skin and the memory of her soft, sexy moans.
When I emerge from the bathroom, I’m relieved to find that the room is empty. Noticing she made the bed, I spot the two twenties I left for her sat on top of a garish, snot green gumball ring, a handful of condom wrappers and a torn lacey thong. I feel myself start to harden once more at the lacey black material standing out in stark contrast to the pristine white sheets and shake my head to clear the fog. Damn I wish all women were that easy to deal with the morning after. Without sparing the random woman another thought, I get dressed, collect my shit, and head to the restaurant downstairs.
I find a spot in the back near a fireplace, wondering idly why the fuck they have a fireplace in Vegas, when a cute waitress approaches to take my order. Not trusting my stomach not to revolt, I just ask for coffee.
“Make that two,” Graham tells her as he approaches from behind her, making her jolt.
She nods her head and scurries off to do our bidding.
“You look like shit,” he remarks as he opens the button on his dark-gray suit jacket and sits in the chair opposite mine.
“Fuck you,” I retort light-heartedly.
“I’ll pass,” he answers dryly, making me chuckle then groan when my headache reappears with a vengeance.
“How did it go, anyway?” I ask him, even though he kept me relatively updated by texting through the night, not that I found the messages until this morning.
“It's pretty much a done deal. Parker and Johnson are coming by my office on Monday to sign the contracts. Just make sure you turn up for that. There are only so many times I can tell them your grandmother died before they get suspicious.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there,” I reply as the waitress places our coffees on the table in front of us.
“What time is your flight?” he asks before taking a sip, seeming impervious to the scalding temperature.
I check my watch before answering. “In a couple of hours. Yours?” I look around as the restaurant starts to fill with hotel guests emerging from their rooms in search of food.
“Not until this evening. I have another meeting scheduled for two—if my useless secretary didn’t fuck that up as well,” he grumbles.
I laugh, ignoring the thumping in my skull.
“What is it with you and your secretaries? It's like you're going for the most likely to quit world record.”
“Good staff are hard to find. Apparently, my current one can’t even source a pitcher of water.” He waves me off when I start to speak, letting me know he’s done talking about it.
“I’ve got to go,” he tells me as he finishes his coffee and stands.
“We’ll grab lunch on Monday