I’d never even had a one-night stand. I’d always played by the rules. Whose rules, I had no idea. But I’d played by them. I waited to sleep with Blaine until we’d been dating for three months. And in all our years together I’d never cheated on him, no matter how dissatisfied I’d been.
A shiver ran through me as I stared into the chocolate pools of Billy Comfort’s eyes. I had a very good feeling that sex with him would not be of the vanilla variety. I instinctually knew that he wouldn’t blink an eye at taking me from behind. He might even pull my hair as he did.
My cheeks flushed as he stared at me. I knew it was impossible, but I feared that he could read my mind, and the images flashing through it at the moment could’ve made a porn star blush.
Part of me was hoping that he would give me an out by saying he could handle it. Then I could go back to my room alone, no harm no foul. Well, other than a small chink in my self-esteem armor. But other parts of me—basically every part below my neck, but specifically my heart and vagina—were really hoping that he’d go along with my thinly-veiled ploy at including myself so that I could go back to his house.
The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity until he winked and said, “You got yourself a deal, darlin’. Give me ten minutes.”
Damn. If only the parties to the contracts I negotiated at work could come to terms that easily.
Billy moved away and I picked up my third and final drink of the night and downed the small amount of light caramel liquid that had pooled at the bottom from the ice melting. I was shocked to find that my hand trembled as I lowered the tumbler back down to the table.
Was it arousal or fear that had me shaking? Maybe a little bit of both.
I felt something brush against my leg and looked down to see Kevin staring up at me with brown eyes as he snorted. Squatting down, I took the opportunity to wrap my mind around the recent events, and the ones that were still unfolding. Kevin snorted again as I rubbed the soft skin behind his ears. He nuzzled against my hand as my mind swam with questions.
“What do you think, Kev?” I whisper aloud, to the pig, but mostly to myself.
Was I really going to do this?
Was I going to go back to the house of a man I’d just met?
If I did, would I actually be able to let nature take its course?
It was so out of character; let me count the ways.
Sleep with a man who was related to one of my cases? Yes. Way out of character.
Sleep with a man I had no emotional attachments to? Oh, holy mama, yeah. In fact, this was the first time.
Sleep with a man I had no intention of ever seeing again—socially at any rate, this was a small town—true one-night-stand style? Yep. Another first.
But I was tired of doing the right things. Being the “good girl.” Look where that had gotten me—single, homeless, and unemployed.
I was putting the pieces back together, and this time I didn’t want to build my life on playing it safe. But was this too much? So much of my usual pattern was being thrown aside for this possible tryst; I wondered if it would be worth it.
My eyes darted over to Billy where he stood with his back to me washing out some glasses, and they immediately locked onto his ass. Drool pooled in my mouth and my nipples got hard just looking at that fine backside.
Yep. It’s gonna be worth it.