Better Than Chance(8)

I might not be as effortlessly hunky as my erstwhile boss, but the truth was that I knew I was considered better than average-looking, and I made an effort to stay in shape. I swam in high school and had kept my swimmer’s physique: broad shoulders with a leaner build and slim waist. Generally, I was attracted to men who were physically bigger than me, and I definitely had a type… tall, dark, and handsome.

Justin wasn’t my type. He was shorter than me at probably six feet even and although he had dark hair and dark eyes, he was cute… not handsome. He flashed me an even bigger grin than he had when I first opened the door and all coherent thought left. He was pretty in his own way and had a killer smile. He unzipped his leather jacket and carefully removed it, laying it on the bench in my foyer. I heard his breath hitch as he inched toward me. He was nervous. That seemed to even out the playing field somehow. I stood still and let him make the first move.

I watched his Adam’s apple move in his throat as he unbuttoned the top buttons of his white shirt. He moved closer, completely invading my personal space. Then he looked up and set a tentative hand on my bare chest. His touch was gentle, but his fingers felt like hot coals. It had been so long since I’d been with a man like this. Suddenly tall, dark, and handsome didn’t matter. I was instantly energized and hungry for more. I had to touch him. I reached out and with a surprisingly steady hand, unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, letting it fall open to reveal his toned chest. The boy worked out, I noted with approval. He had a light pelt of hair on his chest and a sweet treasure trail that pointed south, dipping just below his low-slung black trousers.

Our eyes met, and the desire in his was easily read. I was sure mine was equally plain. It was a relief to find that my hands and mouth were now back in full control. I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my right hand around his neck as I gently kissed his parted lips. Justin groaned out loud and flung his arms around my waist as he opened his mouth under mine. We groped, squeezed, and clung to one another in our quest to get closer. I wanted that fantasy I’d conjured in the shower. I wanted anything and everything I could get. The need for oxygen stilled our frantic movement for a moment.

I could still change my mind, I thought. We were still at the front door. Sure, I’d look like a total ass, but it’s a boy’s prerogative to have a change of heart. Except my dick was literally poking through the towel, I was so hard. There was no way in hell I was changing my mind. I’d deal with regrets in the morning if they came.





MY ALARM rang at seven a.m. the next morning. The sun was peeking through the roman blinds in my darkened bedroom. I covered my eyes with my arm and allowed myself to bask in the luxury of waking after sunrise on a weekday for the first time in months. The shrill ring of the phone on my bedside table sent me lunging over to answer it. I needed to turn the sound down. It was obnoxious.

“’Lo?” My voice was groggy, and I stifled a yawn.

“So… tell me all about it! Is he still there? Who did who? Was he hot? I want to know exactly what he looked like… don’t leave out a thing!”

“Aaron. I haven’t had a cup of coffee yet, honey. I’m in no condition to speak, let alone divulge deep secrets.” I looked at my watch. Seven oh five. I loved my friend, but seriously… maybe he needed to get laid too.

“Ugh! Make a cup of your crappy coffee if you must and call me back ASAP. I have to leave for work in one hour, and I’m not going to wait all day to hear about your night. Did you hear me? Call me back! Chop-chop!”

I laughed but assured him I would do as he asked. I sat up in bed slowly and surveyed the mess in my room. My bed was a disaster. Pillows were strewn everywhere, and the sheets were crumpled in a heap where the mattress met the footboard. I stood and noted that my body was sore in all the right places. God, it felt so good. And the best part of all was that he was already gone. I didn’t have to wake up to the awkwardness of a strange bedmate, wondering whether or not I should offer him coffee, breakfast, or another round of sex. I smiled as I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Fuck, that was hot. Justin was exactly what I needed. Except for one minor detail… I couldn’t get Peter fucking Morgan’s face out of my head. I frowned as I turned on the shower. Why did he seem to ruin everything?

I called Aaron after I’d showered, shaved, and had poured my first cup of coffee, grimacing at the wicked taste. I said a quick prayer that Rebecca would have a superior cup of java waiting for me when I got to the office. Aaron picked up immediately. I knew he’d be waiting for me to call, and I couldn’t resist teasing him just a bit.