sorry. I think I need a nap.”
“I’ll call you this afternoon, and we’ll figure it out. Go rest.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, his breath crisp and tasting like cinnamon. She wanted to stay in the car and lick his lips, dive into his embrace, invite him inside her house. Anything. She didn’t want to let go. Yet she needed space, too.
Conflicted much, Abby?
She opened the door to her apartment, closed it, threw her purse on the floor, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed in the nearest chair.
She’d just agreed to go out with Seth tonight. And Mike was going to call her later for an answer on his proposal for a date tonight.
Fucking both of them was one thing. Dating both of them another thing entirely. And obviously she sucked at multiple-guy dating because she’d already screwed it up by not answering Mike first.
Now what the hell was she supposed to do?
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Abby stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring. She still had no idea what she was going to say to Mike when he called.
She supposed to she could try the truth. She wasn’t much of a liar. That was Chad’s area of expertise, and he’d been damn good at it. Maybe she should call her ex-husband and ask for some lessons.
She snorted at the thought.
That would never work. Unlike Chad, she was terrible at hurting someone’s feelings.
Of course, Mike would have to care about her to be hurt, right? And he didn’t really care about her, so how could she offend him by turning down his offer of a date tonight?
Simple, really.
The phone rang, and she nearly fell off the arm of the couch.
“Honestly,” she murmured to herself. Her pulse raced, but she forced calm into her voice as she picked up the cordless and pressed the button.
“Hey, babe.”
“Hi, Mike.”
“Get some rest?”
“Yeah, a little,” she lied. Instead of resting, working on her paper, or doing something to eliminate her pounding headache, she’d fretted the past four hours about what to do about Mike and Seth.
“Good. So, how about tonight?”
Despite how easy she thought this was going to be, she wasn’t good at letting someone down. Hell, she had no practice at it. “Seth asked me out, too,” she blurted before she ended up accepting a date with both of them.
“He did, huh? And you said yes.”
“How’d you know?”
“Because I know you. It’s okay, Abby. We’ll do it another night.”
She stared outside her window, watching little kids play on the gym equipment in the park across the street while she rubbed her throbbing temple. “I feel awful about this.”
She heard his soft laugh on the other end. “Why? It’s no big deal. Quit worrying about it, okay?”
Guilt pounded at her stomach like a jackhammer. She’d never quit worrying about it. “Okay.”
“I enjoyed fucking you last night.”
His whispered voice, low and dark, sent shivers running through her. And just like that, she was wet. Her nipples tightened, and she felt the urge to place her hands between her legs and rub her clit. How did he do that to her? “I enjoyed it, too.”
“Later, Abby.”
The click in her ear was a shock to her system. He turned her on and left her hanging. Aroused, needy, and primed. With one fucking sentence.
Dammit.
She was so easy.
Shuddering out a sigh, she placed the phone on the table and forced herself into her work, though it was damn hard to concentrate. What she really wanted to do was call Blair or Callie for some advice. But she wasn’t going to do that. It was time to make her own decisions about her life, without her friends’ input.
Whatever those decisions were. It wasn’t like she was in total control of what to do about Mike and Seth.
Then again, maybe she was. Maybe she really was in charge. They both asked to see her again. Why couldn’t she admit it was possible they were both interested in her? Had Chad beaten down her self-esteem so badly she couldn’t even admit that two fabulous men found her interesting enough to want to see her again? That this ménage thing they’d shared last night had sparked their interest enough to want to pursue her individually? That maybe there was more to their interest in her than just sex?
And what if they did? Did she want to date both of them?
God, could she handle both of them? They were so different. Talk about a study in contrasts. Seth was sensuality personified, coupled with