On weak legs, she walked over to the couch, collapsing onto the piece of furniture as if her bones just turned to mush. She could hear Declan talking to the employee delivering their breakfast, his voice calm, his laughter ringing true. She admired his ability to adapt so quickly and wondered for a scary, too-long moment if he was faking her out somehow.
And then she realized she sort of didn’t care.
Her cell phone rang and she grabbed it from the coffee table in front of her, answering when she saw who it was. Natalie.
May as well get it over with.
“Oh my God, you’re alive. About time you answered,” Natalie greeted her sarcastically.
“Everything okay?” Reagan tried her best to sound neutral. Like she just hadn’t had her world rocked, but crap, she sounded breathless. Blissed out. Great orgasms had a way of doing that to a girl.
“Yes. Are you okay?” Natalie asked.
I’m fine. Perfect. The man with the most perfect lips and tongue in all the universe just tongue fucked me into yet another intense orgasm. How are you doing?
“I’m fine.” She swallowed hard, knowing she sounded extremely evasive.
“Where are you?” Natalie’s voice lowered. “Are you with Declan Carter?”
“Uh…” Reagan’s gaze went to Declan as he came into view, pushing the room service cart in front of him. He smiled, his gaze warm as it lit upon her, and she wanted to die. Melt. Fling herself at him and tell him forget breakfast. They didn’t need food. They could live on each other.
“You are, you big whore! Oh my God, I love it,” Natalie practically squealed.
Wait a minute. Her friend was happy she was with Declan? She figured Natalie would be furious. “You’re not bothered by that?”
“Hell no. Who am I to judge? He was all into you last night, so you may as well go for it, right? Especially since you’ve had such a big crush on him for so long,” Natalie rattled on, embarrassing Reagan. She could feel her cheeks warm and she glanced up, saw that Declan wasn’t looking at her. Nope, he was too busy preparing their breakfast, having taken over the job from the room service delivery person.
Weird. And sweet. She liked it. He had an attentive side she found insanely attractive.
Fine. She found everything about him insanely attractive.
“What are you up to?” Reagan asked when Natalie finally paused to take a breath. “I’m sorry I left you. I hope you’ve been having fun.”
“Oh, I’ve been having a great time,” Natalie said.
Hmm. She sounded awfully vague. “What have you and Andrea been up to?”
“Andrea? Well…she hasn’t been around either.”
“She hasn’t?” God, were they all awful friends to Natalie or what? “I’m coming to our hotel right now,” Reagan said firmly, earning a concerned look from Declan. She turned away from him, hating how bad she felt that he heard her. “I can’t believe we both left you, Nat. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, no. Don’t bother coming back now, have fun with Declan. I’m fine. I’ve been hanging out with someone too,” she said nonchalantly.
“Who?”
“You wouldn’t know him.”
“Him? Try me. What’s his name,” Reagan urged.
“I won twenty-five thousand dollars,” Natalie said, completely changing the subject.
“Wait a minute. Are you serious?” Reagan leapt to her feet, her gaze going to Declan’s.
“Dead serious. I won it last night on a slot machine. Can you believe it?” Natalie squealed.
“Oh my God!” Reagan started hopping up and down, her open robe bouncing around her body. Declan started to laugh, shaking his head, and she mock glared at him, tugging the robe around her and hiding her body from his appreciative gaze. “Congratulations. That’s amazing. I can’t believe it!”
“Me either.” Natalie started to laugh. “I’m rich!”