Page 9 of Something Borrowed

“How are you feeling?”

I sigh. I must make sure he understands that last night was just a mistake. A dumbass, drunk decision I need to forget about.

I scrunch my nose, wondering if I can forget his solid body presses up against mine.

I have to.

“Listen, last night was fun and all, but I’m going to head out now.”

“In my sheet?” his eyes trace over my body. I pull my mouth to the side and narrow my eyes towards him.

I thought he would be reluctant to see me go - not worried about his sheet.

“Mmph.” I huff, rolling my eyes.

What is it about this man that I like so much?

He’s got this calm,I don’t give a fuckattitude. I think I see a lot of myself in him. That similar disregard and the same defiant, yet adventurous streak.

I need to leave. Now.

Like right fucking now.

I can’t be standing here eyeing him up and down, wondering about the things I am wondering about.

Rufino Vece is off limits.

I walk out of the kitchen back into the bedroom and slip my dress on over my head, leaving the sheet crumpled on the bed.

Then I pick up my coffee mug and my phone, calling an Uber.

Three minutes wait. Not bad at all.

My feet ache a little when I slip them back into the heels. I guess I danced more than usual last night.

Carrying the coffee, I head back to the kitchen.

My eyes trace over his body again.

No shirt.

Grey sweatpants.

His broad shoulders patterned with the curve and flex of well-defined muscles.

He’s looking fucking divine. And he looks hungry when he gazes at my body.

“Have a cool day.” I shrug. “My Uber is here.”

“Leaving already? Don’t you want breakfast or something? My driver can take you home later.” He lifts his coffee to his lips and takes a slow sip.

“Nope, I’m done here.”

He narrows his eyes, trying to figure me out. But no one can ever figuremeout, so good luck with that. I prefer to keep people on their toes, guessing about what’s coming next. Most of the time, I don’t even know what I’m going to do next. I find it’s best to decide in the moment and go with the flow.

Life is more fun that way - instead of bending to other people’s rules and expectations.

I grin, feeling cheeky.