She smiled, really smiled when I finished talking. “That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
I hadn’t meant for it to be sweet. I’d only meant to reveal that part of myself that I wanted her to know I was working on. “Terri, I wasn’t trying to be sweet.”
“But that’s the whole point Justin. That’s exactly why it was sweet. The best things in life are the ones that aren’t contrived.”
Well damn, she had a point there.
“I suppose so. How’d you get so damn smart...and sexy too?”
“Lucky I guess. Wanna take a shower?”
Now how the hell could I refuse that? I allowed her to pull me into her bathroom. Every few seconds, she’d glance back at me and give me one of those seductive, smoldering looks. My boner was about to shoot sparks out of it. That girl could get me rocking with a simple glance.
Thank God her shower was huge. It was a walk in with one of those dual shower heads, one of them being a hand held. I had all sorts of ideas flying through my head when I saw that. It was going to be a long shower indeed.
CHAPTER SIX
Terri
What a day. Justin just left. It was ten thirty and I had to get to bed. I had to be at work at seven thirty for our Monday morning team meeting. But, damn, he’d been gone for all of ten minutes and I missed him already. I was in deep dookie here. We’d had sex all over the place...in the bed, in the shower, on the floor, on the couch, on the kitchen counter and on the dining room table. The man was a master and insatiable. Of course, I guess I was too, ‘cause I’d initiated just as many sessions as he had.
I had to hand it to him too. He hadn’t tried to hide anything from me. He answered every question and with great remorse. My greatest concern about him was that he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself. He reminded me so much of Lexi after her fiancé, Peter died. When he’d been killed in that car wreck, she’d blamed herself for years. It wasn’t until she’d met Pearce that she was finally able to forgive herself and move on. I hoped Justin could do the same. The issue with the women was something I would have to work on. I couldn’t say he cheated on me. That was misleading. We never had committed to each other. Hell, we only had gone out a couple of times. He had every right to date who he wanted to at that point in his life. It was the fact that Lexi had caught him with two women. But when he explained it and how he needed help and wanted to get caught, it made so much more sense to me. I didn’t like it any better, but doing it as a cry for help did make sense. Why the hell couldn’t he have just picked up the phone and asked instead?
Staying angry at him wouldn’t solve anything. We’d never get anywhere. The attraction between us was so thick you could almost touch it. If I hadn’t agreed to this six month trial, I would never have forgiven myself. I would’ve always wondered, for the rest of my life, if I had missed out on something big. If he was the one I’d let slip away. At least this way, I’d find out one way or the other. Yeah, I was taking a monumental risk and putting my heart on the line. But isn’t that what life was about? Putting your heart on the line? I either had to go with it or put it to rest. He’d haunted my dreams...waking and asleep for months now. At least I’d know after this.
My head hit the pillow and I crashed.
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My phone bleeped, telling me I had a text. Grabbing it, I didn’t recognize the number. I slid and unlocked it and the words grabbed me. My stomach flopped and landed on my toes.
J: Morning gorgeous. Sleep well?
Me: Yeah. Just woke up.
J: Me?
Me: Yeah.
J: Sorry :-(
Me: Don’t be. Alarm was going off in 3 anyway.
J: Miss u.
Me: :-D Same here.
J: I’ll call u later. I have some cases this a.m.
Me: K. BFN
My body was damp all over, and I mean all over. From a mere text. I wanted him right next to me so I could feel his warm skin beneath my fingers. I rolled off the bed and trudged to the shower. When I stepped inside, my thoughts went straight to the last one I had. It was with him. Damn, he put a whole new spin on showers for me. The things he did with that hand held shower head. I never knew.
I had to get a move on here. I didn’t have much time before seven thirty would be here. Mitchell Properties, my dad’s business and the place of my employment was on James Island, but traffic could get really jammed up on Folly Road, the main thoroughfare on the Island. If I didn’t get out of my house by seven, there was a chance I’d be a few minutes late. Not good for the daughter of the owner and the one who was supposed to kick off the meeting.