That put my mind at ease. She seemed to be a like-minded woman who wanted to live in the moment and enjoy some company.
“I don’t think I’d have much room for a truckload.” I scanned the room as if to say this is my only space.
“Well, it’s a good thing I pack light.” She lay back on her elbows, spreading her legs wide enough for me to see up her skirt—she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I could only imagine what she’d look like sprawled out, fully naked, and quivering at my touch. The corner of my mouth hitched up as I glided toward her. Once I reached the bed, she scooted to the middle to give me room.
She gave me a come-hither look, and I hovered over her prone body, straddling her but not putting any weight down. I gazed deeply into her eyes as she lightly bit her bottom lip. I studied her, wondering if a spark would happen. I slowly let myself come down on top of her while I laid her back.
“You don’t have to be so gentle. I won’t break,” she purred, and I pushed all the prior thoughts from my head.
This wasn’t about a forever love but about making memories tonight. I moved down to my knees and took her skirt with me. She had a little red landing strip that was like a beacon for her slick, wet center.
I kissed the apex of her pussy, and she rocked her hips into my face. She appeared more than ready for where things would go. And all I wanted to do was make her happy and give her a picture-perfect night.
It was so hot that my clothes clung to me. There were bodies all around as I moved back and forth to the music, but they weren’t paying attention to me at all. It was like I was the only person in the middle of the dance floor, and the rhythm cascaded inside me.
I didn’t know where I was. I hadn’t seen this place before, and the music wasn’t in English. My hips moved to the beat as if I had heard this song a million times. I tried to understand the words, but the bass vibrated so loudly that I couldn’t make anything out. Wait, or was it the blood pounding in my ears?
Before I could figure out what was happening, my body started pulsing with energy. It wasn’t something I was familiar with. I tried to sway to the music but couldn’t seem to move. It was like my feet were covered in concrete boots, keeping me stuck in the moment. Someone touched the back of my arm, and I could tell she was here. The run-in on the street flashed through my mind. Those green eyes stared at me, shimmering.
I wanted to call out to her, see her, touch her—anything. But as I tried to move, everything went black.
I bolted upright as sweat ran down between my breasts, and my heart crashed against my chest wall, seemingly trying to escape. I scanned my surroundings, only to realize I was still in the studio prop bed—alone. There was a note on the pillow next to me.
Leia, thanks for a wonderful night. You’re a restless sleeper, so I left, but give me a call if you ever want to have an encore performance.
She signed it with a heart and her number.
I didn’t usually do sleepovers anyway, so I wasn’t offended that she bed and fled. I was actually glad she wasn’t here when I woke up. Even if she didn’t want anything serious, how would I have explained that I was dreaming about another woman? A woman who, for whatever reason, I couldn’t get out of my mind? A woman who appeared to be calling out to me, and I could no longer fight it.
It seemed the only way to shake her from my thoughts was to find her.
Chapter Eight
Leia - Tuesday
That dream had me shook. Was this a sign? If it was, I needed more information. The only thing I had to go on was her eyes and hair color. And as quickly as she walked out of my life, she could easily be a phantom of my imagination. There was a strong possibility I was losing my mind.
But the dream seemed so real, and even though there was a spark when she and I touched, it became more of a firestorm since I woke up. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but this energy inside of me might explode if I didn’t channel it.
Last night’s escapade with Aria was fun, but it hadn’t helped anything, and my only option was to go where the universe was taking me. I wish I had more direction than just those mesmerizing green eyes.
But since I was running on little to no sleep, I couldn’t begin to think about anything until I got some wake-up juice. I didn’t like coffee, but today would be an extra-caffeinated day. I would snort the coffee grounds like a line of coke, but I wasn’t sure it would have the desired effect, so I’d have to suck it down and move on. I had a busy day ahead of me, and I didn’t have time to be dragging ass.
A good thing about bringing your one-night stand to your work was that you didn’t have to worry about being late the next day. The bad thing? You were still in the same clothes from the night before, and your assistant, who hated your outfit when it was fresh, would loathe it after it took a ride on the jolly trolley.
Luckily, my style was that fresh-out-of-bed look on the regular. Maybe Haley wouldn’t even notice. I scoffed to myself because I wouldn’t get that lucky. If she was anything, it was meticulous.
After starting the pot of coffee, I looked around the studio to make sure I had everything cleaned up and no remnants of last night were lying around. After I made the bed, I rushed to my office and found a T-shirt I must have left before. I quickly threw it on to be less conspicuous when Haley arrived.
As I was trying to tame my freshly fucked hair, she breezed in, looking like the perfectionist she was.
“Hey, boss. What are you doing here so early? I figured I’d have to text you when I got in to remind you about your appointment.” She rushed around the studio like a little Tasmanian devil, moving things I’d already put away.
Was this what she did every day? I should probably give her a raise.
“Don’t you remember I said I’d help clean up before? I’m true to my word, so I woke up early and came in to get started. However, it looks like you have a system. Is me being here messing with your Feng Shui?” I stepped to the side so I wouldn’t get hit in her frenzied exploits.