Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Reid, whoever he is, is now also my first and only one-night stand. I won’t ever do this again; it would taint my memory of him. The last several hours and all the moments since I sat down next to him at the bar are forever his.
“Goodbye, silver tongue,” I whisper as I slip out the door, making sure to close it softly behind me. Rushing toward the elevator, I hit the button and wait, while continually glancing over my shoulder for him. The doors slide open, and I exhale, stepping inside.
My one night of passion. The night that ruined me for all other men has come to an end, and I’m walking away, knowing that the man sleeping soundly in my hotel suite has changed me.
At the checkout counter, I let them know to call up at ten to wake him, and I give them strict instructions not to give out my name. The guy behind the counter smirks and assures me that guest privacy is of utmost importance. With a mumbled “Thank you,” I roll my suitcase out front to wait for the shuttle to the airport.
Chapter Five
Reid
I don’t have to open my eyes to know she’s gone. The room no longer feels charged. Instead, it’s cold and empty. I wish I could lie here and bask in the time we shared, but I have a flight to catch, and I need to see for myself that I’m right.
Slowly, I peel my eyes open. The spot next to me, where I fell asleep with her in my arms, is cold. The sun is shining through the windows, and if I had to guess, my dream girl is long gone. A faint trace of her perfume lingers in the air—lavender and something I can’t name—but it’s already fading. I stare at the ceiling for a moment longer than necessary, hoping that maybe I’ll hear the soft pad of her feet returning from the bathroom. But the silence is loud.
She’s not here.
That doesn’t stop me from tossing off the covers, searching the bathroom, and even the small closet. It’s ridiculous, but what if she was planning to get a jump scare out of me or something? I know that I’m reaching, but fuck, I met the woman of my dreams, had the most incredible night of sex of my life, only to wake up alone.
I had plans. I wanted to get her number, find out where she was from, and make arrangements to see her again. Sure, the season is gearing up, but I could make it work. For her, I would make it work. However, she took that away from me by sneaking out of this room like a thief in the night. That’s when it hits me that this was her room. Surely, I can charm the front desk into giving me her details—at least her last name. I can start my search from there.
The phone rings, and my heart lurches. Could that be her? I scramble to answer. “Hello?”
“This is the front desk. We were asked to give you a wake-up call,” a soft, feminine voice says. Not Bellamy’s voice.
“Thanks,” I mutter, and hang up without saying goodbye. It’s rude, I know, but I can’t help it. I guess I should be glad she thought to have them give me a wake-up call. Otherwise, I could have been sleeping the day away, which isn't something I usually do, but last night was a long, intense one, and we both needed rest. I should be happy she was thinking of me when she snuck out undetected.
I need a shower and to go back to my room. Begrudgingly, I get dressed in my clothes from yesterday and take one last look around the room. I see something sticking out from the bottom of the bed. Moving, I reach under and grab it, seeing that it’s her panties. Fuck me. I can’t just leave them here, right? I mean, what if some perv comes along and wants to beat his meat with them? Nope, not happening. Decision made, I slide the white lace into my pocket as I make my way to the door. I hesitate, my hand on the knob, the weight of memories settling on my shoulders like a winter coat. Twisting the knob, I rush out of the room and to the elevator to take me to my room two floors up.
Twenty minutes later, with Bellamy’s thong tucked safely into my luggage, I roll up to the front desk. “Hey, man, I was hoping you could help me out.” I flash a grin, not that I think it will work on him, but I’m going to try regardless.
“Sure thing, Mr. Montgomery. What can we do for you?”
Here goes nothing. “There was this girl. Room 1302, I didn’t get a chance to get her number.”