I got out of the bed feeling energized and alert. The pain in my head was barely noticeable and the pain in my leg was completely gone. I went to the bathroom, freshened up, and then started rummaging through the drawers to find something to put on. I managed to find a pair of grey sweats and socks, which would have to suffice since I only had heels, and pulled my hair back. Voices from the kitchen helped to remind me I was not alone and was going to have to face Mr. Beautiful, looking like a train wreck. I tried my best to smile and seem at ease as I walked towards the kitchen. I had not expected to see a room full of women when I walked in.
“Well I’ll be damned. The princess can walk on her on.” My eyes settled on the leggy blonde who held a glass of soda in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other. She wore a bright orange t-shirt that said “Do Me” in bold letters with black leggings and boots. Her face was pretty, with big blue eyes and lips covered in red gloss. Her bobbed hair was slightly teased and laid perfectly without a strand out of place. I recognized Red from the bar, propped up against the counter with a huge smile plastered on her face. The other women, who could have been twins, were staring holes through me like I had offended them just by walking in the room. You could tell by just looking at all of them that they belonged on the back of a motorcycle. They appeared rough around the edges, but classy in their own way.
“Let’s go smoke,” the blonde said letting herself out the kitchen door that led to the carport. The twins followed, leaving me standing like a fool, watching them go.
“Honey, that bitch is gonna rip you apart unless you grow some balls,” Red said smiling over at me.
“Good Morning, Red. It’s nice to see you too.” Her head fell back and she laughed so hard I couldn’t help but laugh too, not really knowing what was so funny.
“Luke will be in shortly. Make yourself at home,” she said then disappeared out the kitchen door to join the others. I was left standing in the kitchen alone once again. I fixed a glass of orange juice and tried to recap what all had happened last night.
Here I was, in a house of a complete stranger, being laughed at by what appeared to be an ex. Who did she think she was? He invited me over here. He slept with me last night. It was me who he had given his undivided attention to, and I would be damned before some bitch said something to try and make me feel like shit about it.
I wanted to see Luke. I wanted him to hold me like he held me last night. I didn’t want this to be a one night stand and I knew it, but first I was going to have to put that bitch in her place. I placed my glass on the counter and opened the door, prepared to brawl if need be when I looked up into the eyes of Luke.
“Leaving already?” he asked flashing me his winning smile. It took my breath away. I stood speechless, staring at him in his ripped faded jeans and black T-shirt. How had I slept in bed with this man and not took advantage of him? He was the sexiest man I had ever seen. His arms bulged from his shirt and his smell was so intoxicating, I swayed at the scent of him.
“I’m fine,” I replied breathlessly.
“That I’m aware of gorgeous, but where are you going?” he asked smiling.
I took a deep breath and gathered my wits. I didn’t want to mention that my plans were to put Blondie in her place so I just smiled and said, “I was actually coming to find you. Did I leave my clutch in your truck?”
“No, you must have left it at the bar. Red brought in with her. It’s on the table. Hungry?”
“Starving,” I replied stepping back and letting him in. “I have to go to town in a few. Maybe we can grab something to eat?”
“I’d love that,” I said a little too quickly.
He smiled, “I just have to grab a few things. I’ll meet you at the truck.” He turned, walking toward a part of the house I had yet to explore. I went back to the bathroom to gather my things, stopping long enough to make the bed, and headed back out to the garage. I had forgotten about the bitch crew, but was quickly reminded when I stepped into what appeared to be a gossip circle where I was the topic of conversation.