Page 1 of If You Could Only Imagine
Prologue
My eyes snapped open, and I immediately knew it was all bad.
My eyes were not greeted by the familiar smoky blue hue that covered my bedroom walls. They weren’t greeted by the north facing window that always teased a little sunlight into my room. And the rest of me was not nestled in the comfort of cheap retail store cotton sheets.
Nope.
My body was cradled in a billion thread Egyptian cotton sheets. A luxury I’m sure I could afford if I wanted to eat noodles and crackers for six months.
No. My eyes snapped open to dark grey walls, sliding glass doors that led to a balcony-that I seriously contemplated throwing myself from-and the magnificence of expensive dark blue sheets.
And the weight of a very masculine, tattooed arm around my waist.
My naked waist.
How could I have been so stupid?
I wasn’t that girl. I swear, I wasn’t.
I was smart. I made good choices. I was driven and focused.
I did not do things that would lead me to wake up in Aiden Buchanan’s bed.
Except that Idid.
I did many things last night I didn’t know my body was capable of.
Or maybe I should rephrase that to, I let Aiden do all manner of things to me last night that I didn’t know my body was capable of.
I spent weeks running from the man, only to end up where he wanted me all along, and fresh regret was coursing through my body in shameful waves.
How in the hell was I going to get out of here minus the morning after awkwardness? His arm was freakin’ heavy. How in the hell was I going to escape out from under it without waking him?
This was so bad.
Like calling out the wrong name in bed bad.
Except, I hadn’t called out the wrong name last night. I had called out the right one. Over, and over, and over again.
Aiden Buchanan was, hands down, the best penis I have ever met in my life, but…
Did I mention this was bad?
I held my breath, and in the best boneless worm impression I could manage, I slid my body out from under his arm until my ass met the floor.
I held my breath and opened my ears to any microscopic sound that might be coming from the bed above. Still holding my breath-I’ll worry about brain damage later-I peeked up and thanked Sweet Baby Jesus that Aiden appeared to still be in a deep sleep.Thank Christ!
I ran out of the room-not daring to shut the door-and quickly gathered my clothing but realizing rather quickly that most of it had been shredded to bits last night. I decided to mourn my shirt, bra and panties and make do with Aiden’s discarded shirt from last night and my skirt. I didn’t dare to put on my heels. My mission was to make the best ninja in the world jealous with my ghostly skills.
I found my purse exactly where I had tossed it and prayed to all that was holy that my cell phone didn’t ring or some such stupid crap like that.
I need to get the hell out of here ASAP.
I neared the door and my body was cursing me to hell and back, demanding that I crawl back into that bed and have rounds five, six, seven and eight with Aiden’s body and penis, but my mind was calling me all kinds of a stupid imbecile, and urging me to run. To run for all I was worth.
Like ‘Run, Forest. Run’ run for my life.
I went back to using my ninja skills, and I,ever so slowly, turned the doorknob on the door leading to my freedom and private shame. It clicked open, and I was on the other side before I thought to hold on to its weight and shut it just as quietly. Nope. The door slammed shut.
