Chance - Deborah Bladon Page 0,51

quick escape from my life and a way to feel the pleasure I've been longing for.

I doubt that I'll ever come back to this place after I leave it in a few days and that assurance makes the possibility of a rendezvous with Ian that much more appealing.

It's not who I am though. I've never had a one night stand and I don't see myself pursuing it now. I want more than that. I need it and once I'm back in New York I may actually reach out to that chef that Ivy wants to set me up with.

I glance at the clock on the bedside table and realize that it's barely past ten. My imagination had envisioned me sitting out on the patio at midnight with a glass of wine under the stars. My reality is that I'm too tired to even venture out of the room to turn off the lights in the hallway. I do the only thing I can. I slide the robe off my body, slide between the cool sheets and close my eyes.

I feel the warmth of the sun on the side of my face and I realize that it's morning already. It's been so long since I've slept through the night that I sigh loudly. I don't open my eyes as I kick the blanket and thin sheet off my body. I stretch out, indulging in the freedom of not having any restrictions at all.

I drank too much wine and too little water yesterday. My mouth is dry and I feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. I swing my long legs over the side of the bed and shiver when I feel the cool air wafting through the open window hit my back.

I reach blindly for the robe, knowing that I dropped it on the bed before I fell asleep. I find it and the moment I've pulled it around me, I feel better.

I take the wooden stairs slowly and cautiously. I'm still sleepy and in the middle of an unfamiliar house. I left my purse, with a vial of ibuprofen in it, in the living room.

Once I down two pills with a half a bottle of chilled water, I brush my teeth wanting to rid my mouth of the dry feeling I woke up with. I glance at the clock that is hanging on the wall in the hallway. It's barely past six.

I walk back into my bedroom, tossing the robe onto the bed as I move past it. I stop at the window. I pull open the curtains just enough to see the view. It's not ideal but I can spot the ocean through the tops of the trees. It's nothing like the view from my apartment in Manhattan. This is everything that life in the city can't offer to me.

I inch backwards until I feel the bed behind me. I fall back onto the pillow and sleep consumes me almost instantly. I'm just falling into the throes of a dream when I hear a soft tap in the room. I don't open my eyes. It's the bottom of the blind that normally covers the window at night. I hadn't closed it because I wanted to wake to the sun.

I turn onto my back, allowing my mind to go blank, wanting sleep to grab hold of me for at least a few more hours but I hear the noise again. It's louder this time.

I tilt my chin up, pushing my head back into the pillow. I should have paid more attention during yoga class when the yogi spoke of shutting off the world and finding your center.

I feel a brush against my arm and this time my eyes fly open.

My heart races.

My breathing stops.

He's standing next to the bed.

His hair is a tousled mess. His jaw covered with stubble.

He looks dangerous, desirous and as his eyes rake over my body, I know that my life will never be the same again.

Chapter 36

I watch in silence as he pushes the dress shirt he's wearing from his shoulders. His hands work quickly on his belt and I can't take my eyes off of his body when he kicks free of his pants. I stare at his cock without any shame. It's beautiful. It's thick, long and hard.

He doesn't say anything as he slides into the bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my face in his neck.

His arms are around