Page 18 of Under His Touch
From the other room my phone buzzes, the special ringtone letting me know it’s Amanda. Great, just great. She’s going to want a play-by-play rundown, and no way will I be able to hide this from her. One look at me and she’ll know I had sex with Alec. He’d better hide his farm parts. But oh, what amazing parts he has.
Stop thinking about his equipment, already.
“You going to get that?” he asks, his voice lacking warmth, as he kicks his blankets off, exposing his nakedness to me. He stands and stretches and my goddamn mouth waters.
“Ah, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Going to grab a shower.” He glances down at his bare body. “Oh, I didn’t think... I mean, you’ve seen me naked.”
“It doesn’t mean I want to again.”
That’s a lie.
I do.
“You better grab your phone. Whoever’s calling doesn’t seem like they’re about to give up.” With that he walks to the bathroom, his cute ass dragging my focus the whole way. It’s only when he shuts the door that I’m able to think again. “Jesus,” I murmur under my breath, and search the floor for the sweatpants he gave me to wear last night. I scoop up my ripped underwear and ignore the quiver careening through my blood. I’ve never had a man rip my panties from my hips before. Okay, stop thinking about how hot that was.
I scan the floor for my T-shirt and that’s when I remember I took it off in the living room. Oh, hell. I open the bedroom door, and dash through the apartment. I grab the shirt and quickly tug it on. Feeling a whole lot less exposed, I dig my phone from my purse and swipe my finger over the screen.
“Where are you?” Amanda asks.
“What...uh...what are you talking about?” I feign innocence, but I’m guessing she won’t have any of that.
“I’m standing outside your apartment with two lattes. We have yoga this morning, or did you forget?”
“I forgot.”
Silence for a moment, and then, “Oh, my God, you slept with him.”
I glance over my shoulder. “Amanda...” I begin quietly.
“Jesus, Megan, what were you t
hinking?” she huffs out.
“Last night I was thinking, why the hell not,” I say.
“And today, what are you thinking today?”
How is it everyone can read me so well? Am I that much of an open book? “I’m thinking I had a great time, and now we’re back to business. It won’t be happening again. Maybe it was just something we needed to get out of our system.” Okay, girl, get it together. Overthinking and rambling. My two specialties.
Amanda goes quiet again and I can visualize her rubbing that spot on her forehead. “Are you okay?”
I walk to the window and look out at the Hudson River below. I take a deep yoga breath and let it out slowly, instantly calming myself down. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“Don’t shit me,” she warns.
“I’m fine. We had sex, talked about it, and now we’re getting back to the business of finding him a wife.”
A pause and then, “One more question?”
“What?”
“Did he make your eyes roll back in your head?”
“Three times,” I say, and cover my mouth to stifle a chuckle.
“That’s good, then. I’m drinking your latte and going back to bed. When you get back, wake me and I want all the details.”