Page 12 of An Unexpected Encounter

Hold up… I never gave her my name. What is she talking about? I wonder why she mentioned we fucked before? Was I drunk and don’t remember? Is she crazy? I mean, I do love a woman who’s a little psycho.

Shit! I need to stop her. I step into the hallway, but she’s already gone and I don’t have a clue which way she went. Putting my dick in my pants and zipping them back up, I pick up the bucket from the floor, refill it with ice, and head back to the room.

Eli has finally woken up and is sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone. “Looks like the rehearsal dinner is canceled tonight. Apparently, the new step-monster is so distraught by the way her daughter treated her today that she just can't handle it. Dad’s taking her to some overnight spa retreat and he’ll see us in the morning. Guess the daughter is just as much a bitch as the mother.”

When I don’t say anything, he looks up. I’ve shut the door, but I’m still standing there, the ice bucket cradled close to my chest, as I gaze into space with a dopey smile. “Okay,” I manage to get out.

“Earth to Jay. What the hell, man? Did you even hear a word I said?” He laughs.

“No rehearsal tonight. Stepmommy’s upset because of her bitch daughter. Who the fuck cares? It’ll give me time to go find my future wife,” I tell him, moving over and setting the ice bucket on the table.

“Your future wife? You’ve lost me, man. What in the world is happening?”

I walk over and sit down on my bed, facing him. “Eli, man, I saw her again.”

“The girl from the elevator?”

“Yeah. There I was at the ice machine, and she walked by. I called out to her, kissed her, then she told me to fuck her. We did it in the hallway right beside the ice machine. She’s everything I want in a woman.”

“So where is she?” he asks.

“She left, told me sorry she forgot my name. Granted, she may be a little crazy, because a couple of the things she said made absolutely no sense. But Eli, she’s perfect. Come out with me tonight and help me find her. We can look for your girl from the plane too. I have a feeling they’d get along great.”

“Sure, why not? Maybe Zeke will be here in time to go with us. I’m going to take a shower. Want to get some lunch when I’m done?” Eli asks, standing and moving over to his suitcase, taking out his toiletry bag.

“I mean, I worked up an appetite, burning off a lot of calories by having the best sex of my life.” I burst out in laughter as Eli just shakes his head.

One thing is for sure, I’m going to find my mystery woman. Hell, I didn’t even get her name.

Chapter 7

Selena

Oh my god! What just happened? I rush down the hallway back to my room. I can’t believe I just did that. Not to mention the fact that he found me here. How did he know where to find me? Has he been stalking me? Shit, he could be here to kill me, and what do I do? Have sex with his fucking ass beside the ice machine.

It didn’t stop me from taking what I wanted, some fucking good ass dick. I don’t know how I’ve been so lucky to come across two men in the last few days that have made me orgasm like no other, but damn if I don’t love it. If he wants to pleasure me like that, then I’ll gladly let him tie me up and lock me in a basement, making me his own personal sex slave.

Pulling my keycard out of my purse, I scan it and push the door open, stepping inside my room. It's still a mess from this morning, with clothes tossed about, so I quickly hang them up, then sit down on the edge of my bed, falling backward.

All the euphoria from my wild sexcapade drifts away, knowing that I have to go yet another round with my mother tonight. I love her dearly, but I can’t stand being around her.

“AHHHHHHH,” I scream out in aggravation. At the same time, I hear my phone ping, letting me know I have an incoming message. Dread fills me with who it could be—my top guess, mother dearest.

Mom: The rehearsal tonight has been canceled. The wedding planner will meet with Abel and the boys tomorrow, and then us.

Wow! Okay, not that I’m complaining, but why? Is she really not even going to say?

I’m about to reply when another message pops up.

Sam: Bitch, it’s been almost over 24 hours since you left with no contact. Are you dead?

I can’t help but cackle at my best friend. He’s the best, and I have no clue what I’d do without him. He’s comforted me through every visit with my mother. But before I can chat with Sam, I need to find out what the hell's going on with this damn rehearsal.

Me: Why was it canceled?

No need to pussyfoot around, blunt and to the point is how I like it.

Mom: Really, Selena? You have the gall to ask me that after today? My nerves are shot after the way you behaved. How you talked to me. I could barely contain my emotions and Abel felt it was best to take a night for me. He’s booked us an overnight couple’s retreat to pamper me. I expect to see you in my suite tomorrow at 10 am sharp.

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