Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(13)

Over and over and over.

Funny thing was that she never did quite remember the number. I guess it's kind of difficult to concentrate when your eyes are rolling back inside of your head. I'd say it was a win-win for both of us.

The woman I'm lying next to right now doesn't seem to mind a little hit and run. I can tell that she is awake based on her breathing pattern, although she's pretending to be asleep. It's rare that I hook up with someone who is embarrassed about the night's sexual escapades, so it must be that she's as anxious for me to leave, as I am to go. Maybe she has a boyfriend. I don't give a shit. This was a mistake anyway.

I just needed something to help me clear my head of all things Elizabeth. The woman I spotted immediately as she entered The Lotus. The woman I couldn't keep my eyes off of all night. As I watched her (more like stalked her), a foreign vibration snaked through my chest that was new and powerful and alarming. Threatening to choke the ever-living shit out of me.

I think it was ... possession.

I watched Elizabeth like a hawk as she ordered and drank three glasses of red wine, danced like no one was watching, flirted with a bartender who is on my short list to beat the fuck up next time I see him, and then as she almost got herself trampled. Alcohol isn't helping me forget her, so I thought maybe pussy would. It's been a week, but I can still see her sexy ass curves, feel her soft hair, smell her. Like cinnamon and sunshine. It's an attraction I don't begin to even understand, nor do I want to explore. I can't remember the last time that I thought about the same woman for more than seven days.

Wait ... maybe because it's been never.

I glance out of the mystery woman's bedroom window and realize based on the age and architecture of the buildings surrounding me that I'm clear across town. I'm going to need a little extra time to make it to my morning meeting. A meeting that I called.

Shit.

An incoming text vibrates my phone to life. With one eye open, I scan the surrounding area for my cell. It's in the bed, tangled in the sheets.

Jade: The old man is waiting.

Double shit.

Me: Stall for me.

Jade: Long night?

Me: Mind your business

Jade: I'll give you a $100 if you can tell me her name:)

Me: I'll give you a $1000 if you quit.

Jade: Give me $10,000 and you have a deal.

Me: Just stall. I'll fire you later.

Jade: ☺

My clothes are strewn all over the floor of what's her name's bedroom floor. I'm not really sure what that's about since I'm not typically a rip my clothes off in the heat of passion kind of guy. That's some soap opera shit. Mostly because passion is for pussies in love. I don't do passion, and I damn sure don't do love. I fuck. And that doesn't require a whole lot of demonstrative hoo-hah. Just technique. Which I have plenty of.

As I pick my jeans up and yank them back on, what's her name's body shifts and stretches as if she's finally waking up, when I know good and damn well that she's been awake for hours. What theatrics.

Then regretfully, she speaks.

"Hey good morning," she says with a somewhat scratchy deep voice. She must be a smoker, and I must have been really drunk to miss that. I don't like smokers. Especially when they're sticking their tongues down my throat.

"I added my number to the contacts in your phone. It's under–"

"Why?" I demand to know flatly.

I swear that I'm not purposely trying to be an ass, okay maybe I am, but I'm annoyed that she was handling my phone while I was sleeping; and I'm even angrier that I was sloppy enough to spend the night here and not have my passcode on. I've got to ease up on the Jack Daniels. I'm slipping.

"In case you want to call me."

"I won't." I say sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling my t-shirt over my head, with my back still turned to her. Just gotta find my boots, and I'm out of here.

"You may change your mind."

When she sits up and the sheet falls, I turn my head and get a good look of her entire body. She's definitely my usual type. Big perky boobs. Flat stomach. Slender hips. Extremely long legs. Plus, she knows she looks good. Confidence is always attractive, but that doesn't change anything. We're both grown and this was what it was.

"I don't do second dates," I tell her honestly.

She pauses for a moment. "What ... Why?"

"Not interested in more than once."

She served her purpose. Well ... then again maybe she didn't. The whole point was to use this chick's body to forget another woman's. But that shit didn't work, because all I seem to be thinking about is the woman who is not my usual type, clear as day. Elizabeth's petite, soft, curvy ass body in those tiny jeans. Hugging her hips and ass so sweetly. That barely there halter accentuating her rounded shoulders and those heavy tits and tight nipples. Damn.

She points her finger at me. "I heard you were a world class jerk. In fact–"