Page 9 of A Night To Remember

He wondered if this was the woman he had been waiting for all his life. Jake came from a very happy family. His parents were both very much in love after thirty-seven years of marriage. His older brother and younger sister were both in loving relationships.

Jake’s brother, Carl, had been married for ten years with adorable twin daughters, while his sister, Helen, had been married for seven years with four boys of her own. The running joke in the family alluded to Helen’s constant state of pregnancy. Jake chuckled when he thought of Helen, affectionately called the dictator. Helen was a born mother and she doted on her boys. A stay-at-home mom, she often joked that her boys were her career.

Perhaps it was time for him to stop playing the field.

Jake never thought he would end up feeling this way. It had always been the other way around for him. The women he usually dated always seemed to want more than he was willing to give.

They would tell him they loved him after a brief romp or a few dates. Being a cynic, he would laugh behind their backs because he never believed that it could happen so easily or so fast. Now he realized how wrong he’d been.

Jake had only intended to buy Charlie drinks but, if he were being completely honest with himself, had she come over to his table, he would definitely have made a play for her, early flight or not. At the time he was sure that it was only physical.

When she had walked out the bar, he reckoned that it wasn’t meant to be, but the fates smiled on him. Spotting her in his hotel had to be some kind of sign.

Charlie Brown was a mystery. Thoughts of the proverbial kids and the white picket fence had run through his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mother she would be. Whoa, you’re going way too fast.

Jake glanced at the clock. An hour had passed since he had changed his travel arrangement and he was becoming restless. He decided to take a cold shower; otherwise he would have to wake Charlie up after all. He hoped she would be awake by the time he finished.

Chapter Three

With a content smile on her face, Charlie stretched her body leisurely. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so peacefully. She opened her eyes, and surprisingly enough, she wasn’t suffering from a hangover. The shower was running. Charlie paused. Why was the shower running? And for that matter, where the hell was she?

Charlie looked around in a panic. What was going on here? She wasn’t in her house, nor in her own bed.

“Oh my God!”

Charlie then realized she was completely nude and there was something sticky between her legs. The events of last night came rushing back to her. She recalled going to the bar to forget about her wedding anniversary then getting a little tipsy. Most especially, she remembered Jake Fox.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted over and over again. She had sex with Jake last night. Not once but twice, and she had enjoyed it! To make matters worse, she had begged for it like a nymphomaniac. What had come over her? How could she have let this happen with some guy she’d known on so short an acquaintance?

Charlie had to get out of here before Jake finished showering. There was no way that she’d be able to face him, not after what happened. She couldn’t handle it if he walked out of the bathroom with a smug expression on his face.

He’d taken advantage of her!

No, that wasn’t exactly true. She was coherent enough to remember he had tried to dissuade her—at first. She had been the persistent one. What must Jake be thinking of her? He probably believed she was some good-time girl, letting just any guy have sex with her, and without protection.

Oh shit! Who was to say where the hell that man had been before she had let him screw her? She had read articles about men and women intentionally infecting their unsuspecting partners with STDs. She didn’t think Jake was that kind of person, but one could never tell.

Oh Lord. You’ve gone and done it this time, Charlie.

Scrambling out of bed, she rushed to don her discarded clothing. She heard the shower turn off just as she slid into her shoes. After grabbing her purse, she made a mad dash for the door.

Charlie had never been more horrified in her life. In the age of HIV and hepatitis, she let a stranger have unprotected sex with her. She would have to get herself tested immediately.

As she drove home, tears ran unheeded down her face. Last night she’d been so distraught over the anniversary of Paul’s death that she had slept with a man she knew for all of one hour. There was no telling herself it was simply the alcohol that made her so uninhibited, because on a subconscious level, she had needed that physical intimacy Jake had given. She hadn’t been with anyone since Paul. As a matter of fact, until last night Paul had been her only lover.

Unable to see through her haze of tears, Charlie pulled her car over to the side of the road and screamed her frustration. She couldn’t stop thinking about the things she had done with Jake. Charlie doubted she’d ever forget those ice blue eyes for as long as she lived.

She blamed the alcohol. She blamed her grief. She blamed the fact that she hadn’t had a man in so long. She couldn’t, however, admit to herself that what happened last night was because she had wanted Jake, pure and simple.

Jake kept the water as icy as he could stand it, to keep his rock hard dick under control. It was a pity Charlie was still asleep. He would have liked to shower with her. Images of her dark soapy body against him while he slowly worked his cock in and out of her meaty ass floated through his mind. Get a hold of yourself, Jake.

He stepped out of the shower whistling, feeling on top of the world. Jake thought of wrapping the towel around his waist but decided against it. Maybe he could convince Charlie to have a little workout before breakfast.

“Charlie,” Jake called, stepping out of the bathroom. “I changed my flight to a later time, so now we can…” To his surprise, he found her bed empty. He surveyed every inch of his room. There was no sign of Charlie Brown. Her clothing and purse was gone. He raced to the door and opened it to stare down the hall. She must have gotten good head start, so there was no point in hurrying to catch her.

“Fuck!” Jake cursed in frustration.

Frantically, he grabbed the phone to call the front desk attendant.

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