When I arrive at class, I toss my mat down next to Tracy, which causes her to look up. She smiles and whispers, “Didn’t think you were coming.”
“I need to clear my head and workout after this weekend of debauchery.”
She’s shushed by the instructor when she giggles, which also causes me to giggle. “We’ll talk after,” she mouths.
We walk down the street for drinks after class, hoping to burn some bonus calories before consuming more. The margaritas are set down and as soon as the waitress walks away, Tracy says, “Tell me every single detail. And don’t hold back. You had sex with a rock star and I need to live vicariously. My God, talk about a fantasy come to life.”
“You get to have sex with Adam.”
She rolls her eyes. “We’re a boring couple and…” She looks away, the smile leaving her face. “I’m not ready to go there.”
Sensing the change in her demeanor, I tap her hand. “When you are, I’m here for you.”
“Let’s get back to the fun stuff like you and your hot sex life.”
My cheeks heat under her gaze. I touch my hands to my face to cool them down, but it doesn’t help. Flashes of taut abs, kisses down my stomach leading to other wonderful places, and seeing that number forty-four flex as he thrusts down and then back up fill my thoughts.
“You’ve got it bad,” she says. “So was the sex better before you knew he was famous or after? Because I would totally think after would be better.”
“Dalton is different than I expected. I think I’ll leave it at that.”
“Nicely dodged, my friend. Guess I’ll ask that again when you’re drunk.” She laughs. “Why do you call him Dalton anyway? Why not Jack or Johnny?” she asks, resting her chin on her hand.
“He introduced himself as Jack, but it didn’t seem to fit his personality.”
“Can’t believe you fell for that ID pickup line.”
“I didn’t fall for it. I just didn’t want to make a scene. If he was a legit security guard, he had rights to ask for my ID,” I try to justify.
“He’s smooth. I’ll give’em that.” She looks at me and asks, “So what now? He has your number, you’ve got his. Is there a future here?”
Looking down at the table, I touch the screen of my phone bringing it to life and smile. He took a picture of him touching his tongue to my ear while I slept and made it my screen image. It makes me smile every time I look at it and I’ve been looking at it a lot. “Am I stupid if I hope there’s more than a one-night expiration date on us?”
“No one can answer that but the two of you.” She takes a long sip of her cocktail and says, “Anyway, he’d be a fool to let you go.”
“You say that every time.”
“And every time they’re fools. Face it, Holli, you date idiots…until now.”
“Why do you think Dalton is so different?” I ask. “Everything about him shouts complicated and inconvenient.”
“It’s not Dalton. It’s you. You’re different this time.”
“The tabloids think they have me all figured out, so I like to throw them a curve ball every once in a while.” ~Johnny Outlaw
It’s been too long. I have plenty to keep my mind occupied, but I don’t want to focus on those things. I want to talk to Dalton. We have only talked once over the last week. He left a message last night, but only said, “Be ready for me,” and I haven’t heard from him since. I tried to call him back, but it went straight to voicemail. I want to hear his voice, so I’ve been listening to The Resistance as a substitute for the real thing. I turn off my music and pull up his number. After taking a deep breath, I call.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings. My nerves go into overdrive, worried he won’t answer.
Four rings.
Fiv—“Hello?”
“Dalton?”
“You have amazing timing.”
“I do?” I ask, walking downstairs to get a glass of water. My doorbell rings and I detour.
“Yes, you do. I sent you something.”
A surge of excitement fills me. “I think it’s here. Hold on. Let me get the door.” With the phone to my ear, I unlock the bolt and open the door. My mouth drops open and my phone falls as my eyes land on the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
With quick reflexes, Dalton catches my phone before it hits the ground, but all I see is the smirk on his face and his sexy body as he kneels before me. When he stands up, I jump on him, giving him a long kiss while loving the feel of his arms around me. He pulls back, enough to look me in the eyes, and with a cocky grin on his face, says, “Guess you missed me.”