Doctor's Delight(16)

She’d done it. She’d really done it! She’d actually made love with a hunk who literally shook her world.

Damn if she wasn’t going to do it again soon. Hot damn if Damien’s number wasn’t going to go on speed dial.

Okay, maybe not exactly on speed dial – God forbid her Mother tried to dial her ‘friend’ unknowingly - but she was certainly going to put that number in a really safe, private place.

Giggling, she fell into bed, much to the annoyance of Sugar and Frizz. Unable to sleep, she picked up the romance novel and started reading, but every sex or kissing scene in it led her mind right back to Damien.

When she finally fell asleep, her dreams were filled with hot green eyes, rakishly tousled hair, and such knowing fingers they had her moaning in her sleep.

~*~

Coming awake slowly, Rick winced at the dull throb behind his eyes. Overindulging in whiskey with his best friend wasn’t exactly the smartest thing he’d done yesterday.

Turning over carefully in the bed, he caught a whiff of a faint, fresh fragrance and took another, deeper breath. There it was again, faint and fresh, a scent familiar somehow, familiar because…He frowned and took in another breath. Familiar because – his eyes widened and he sat up with a jerk, ignoring the throb at his temples.

Looking down at the empty space beside him, memory came back in a rush. Tim telling him he had a surprise for him back at the motel, and the rubenesque woman waiting for him, so curvy and soft, with big eyes and cupid lips that begged to be thoroughly ravished by his marauding mouth.

Marauding was right. He could feel his blood rush just a little faster at the memory. Where Tim had found such a woman was beyond Rick, but he was going to find out, because he wanted to see her again. Some of Tim’s friends were dubious, but others Rick was more than willing to mix with, and the luscious woman who had shared her body with him was in that category. He couldn’t wait to find out who she was, and better yet, her phone number.

But first things first, he had a slight hangover to attend. Turning, Rick threw back the covers and swung out of bed, going straight to the bathroom for Panadol and a shower. When he got there, he frowned. His toiletries weren’t on the basin, his bathrobe wasn’t on the back of the door, in fact the bathroom was almost pristine, as though no one had used the shower at all. The towels were clean, hung up neatly, the soaps still in the little packets. He knew he hadn’t left the bathroom like that the night before, for he’d showered and shaved prior to the party.

Leaving the bathroom, he looked around the room in growing bewilderment. His clothes and shoes had been draped over the chair, his wallet on the bedside table. None of his belongings were anywhere in the room. He double-checked the wardrobe but it was empty.

Where were his things? Surely the woman – oh shit! Had she cleaned him out, robbed him while he slept?

Moving fast, he snatched the wallet off the table and checked it. No, his money and cards were all there, along with, strangely enough, a small stack of fifty dollar notes. He counted them, a full four hundred dollars. Weird, and getting weirder by the minute.

Frowning, his gaze fell on the key and he stared at it for several seconds while a growing sense of dread filled him. Reaching out, he picked up the key and turned it around. The number six was now a nine.

He was in the wrong room!

And if he was in the wrong room, then how had the woman been expecting him? Brow furrowed in concentration, he thought back to their encounter, and now he remembered that when he’d said Tim knew what I needed, she’d looked at him a little oddly and replied Tim? And that was all she’d said, because he hadn’t given her any time to enlarge upon the subject.

Oh bloody hell! She hadn’t been expecting him! Had she? But she’d seemed so willing, almost eager, though with a shyness that had touched him.

His gaze went to the bed. She’d been…what was that? He leaned closer, seeing it but not quite believing it. Blood. A smear of blood on the sheet.

The throbbing in his head was forgotten as he remembered something else. His entry into her had felt like a tight fist enclosing him. He’d forged onward, thrusting deep, a split second of something barring his way, and then he’d pushed through it. Her stiffening.

“Oh shit!” He straightened abruptly. “Molly Jones was a virgin!”

~*~

There was no pulling the wool over Susie’s eyes when she and Maxie came over the next day. Susie took one look at Cherry when she opened the door and practically leaped through the opening. “When, where, and with who?” she demanded.

Maxie meandered in behind her, her sandals scuffing on the tiled floor.