Page 204 of Wicked Fantasies

Pulling away, he looked down. “You are going to catch a cold if you don’t get out of those wet clothes soon.”

His words caused her face to flush with embarrassment. Despite her desires, she felt her ‘good girl’ upbringing bubbling back to the forefront. Reaching up to hide her blushing cheeks, she whispered, “Oh Rob. What you must think of me?”

Taken aback, he asked, “What?”

“I’m not easy,” she blurted out, her cursed honesty flying out of her mouth before she could hold it back. “I mean, I swear to you, I’ve never gone to a hotel room with a stranger and then started making out with him. Good lord, my mother would kill me. I mean if she were still alive. I’m not that kind of girl.”

For several seconds after her rambling speech, Rob just stared at her and she felt her blushes deepen. No doubt she was blood red by now. Finally, she watched his shoulders begin to shake as he attempted to restrain laughter. When his effort to control his humor failed, he gave into it and his laughs were long and loud.

Angry at being laughed at, Meg narrowed her eyes, “I don’t see what is so funny. Your behavior wasn’t much better. In fact, you were the one who initiated the kiss.”

Appearing contrite for hurting her feelings, Rob quickly added, “You are absolutely right, but Meg, there is no way on earth I will apologize for kissing you. You are far too adorable. In fact, I have every intention of kissing you again, all night if you will let me.”

“But,” she started, but Rob continued, “Meg, I don’t think badly of you at all. You will simply have to trust me when I say in my line of work, I’ve met plenty ‘easy’ women and you could not be more different from them, my dear. I think that is one of the reasons why I’m attracted to you beyond all reason.”

“You are?” Meg asked, exceedingly pleased with his comment. “I mean I’m attracted to you too. Very much so.”

“Meg,” Rob continued, “Stay with me this weekend.”

“What?” she asked.

“It’s a weekend for romance. I think we’ve established we both desire each other. Why not give ourselves the weekend off from our responsibilities and explore it a bit? Take a break from our real lives, our real personalities.”

“Be who we want to be?” she asked. “Break out of our normal mold?”

“Exactly,” he answered. “Just be ourselves without worrying about the outside world or other people’s expectations of us.”

Rob’s proposal appealed to her more than she cared to admit. She’d spent a lifetime caring for others, her mother and grandmother as they were consumed with cancer, the students in her classroom, even her needy ex-fiancé seemed to want her mothering, which made sense now that she realized some other woman was providing the sex. The idea of taking a weekend for herself, giving herself the chance to do anything she wanted without fear of recrimination was tempting, to say the least.

“Rob,” she said finally, “I really want to sleep with you.”

“Thank God,” Rob murmured, pulling her to him in a deep, passionate kiss.

Chapter Five

The sound of a light knock at the door interrupted their kiss as soon as it started.

“That’ll be dinner,” he said softly. “Why don’t you grab a quick shower while I set it up?”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to get out of these wet clothes.”

Her words seemed to have a powerful effect on him as he pulled her back to him letting her feel that effect for herself.

“Tease,” he whispered, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

Laughing, she pushed him away. “Food—now. I’m starving. I won’t be a minute. Promise.”

Twenty minutes later, Meg walked back out into the living room area of the suite feeling like a new woman. The steaming hot shower had relaxed every stiff, cold muscle in her body. Rob’s clothing hung loosely on her hourglass frame and made her actually feel tiny for once in her life. Although she wasn’t what anyone would call fat, she was pencil-thin either. Her grandma used to tell her she was a healthy girl with meat on her bones and she should thank the good Lord that she wasn’t one of those emaciated looking women that television seemed to consider beautiful. Meg had long ago gotten used to the fact that she was never going to wear single-digit sized clothing. There was a long line of DD women in her family and she would simply have to accept that she was no Ally McBeal.

“Well,” Rob’s pleasant voice said upon spying her, “don’t you look cute.”

“Ugh,” Meg groaned. “Cute is for puppies and babies.”

Rob laughed before ruffling his hand through her freshly combed curls. “Sorry Meg, but fact is you look very cute right now.”

Meg blushed at his friendly gesture, even as she smacked his hand away. “I just fixed that,” she chastised him. “The only time I can get a comb through these damn curls is when they’re wet.”

“I love your curls.” Rob wrapped one around his finger as if to prove it. “Part of what makes you so cute.”

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