Page 21 of Spike's Perdition
“We’ve only just begun.”
CHAPTER 7
IVORY
“Hmmm.”
Clutching my stilettos to my chest, I hold my breath while Spike rolls over on the bed. I slowly exhale as I lower my arms, quietly unlock the door, and slip out, leaving behind the sexier-than-sin biker who’s still naked under the covers.
Blowing the hair out of my face, I slip my shoes on in the hallway and quickly exit the motel. I pull up the Uber app on my phone and book a ride. As soon as I’m back to my own vehicle, I unlock the driver’s door and slide in, resting my head on the steering wheel and willing my heart to stop pounding.
Coward!
I left him behind with no explanation. It was a dare, a one-time fling. We didn’t make promises. We both knew the score.
He won’t be mad, will he?
Shaking my head to rid the intrusive thoughts, I put the key in the ignition. On the drive home, my mind drifts back to our incredible night together. I lost count of how many orgasms I had because Spike is definitely a giver.
After pulling into my driveway, I throw the car into park and exit on autopilot. Unlocking the front door, I step over the threshold with my head in the clouds. I don’t even rememberhow I got home, which is crazy because in my line of work, paying attention to one’s surroundings is a must. Too many accidents happen when someone isn’t fully aware of the world around them. That explains how I missed Megan’s car parked in the street.
“Where’ve you been?” Megan screeches.
I toss my keys and purse onto my entry table. “You were at the bar,” I remind her. “You know where I was.”
“Have you checked your phone?”
Now that she mentions it, no, I haven’t. Did I leave it at the motel?
Panicking, I empty my purse. My phone clatters to the floor. I scoop it up and notice the thirty-four missed calls and countless text messages.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t know how I missed all these.”
Megan pulls me into the living room and down onto the couch.
“What happened?” she asks. “I honestly thought you guys would fool around in an alley or something, but you never came back. When we paid our tab and went outside, your car was there, but you were gone.”
“Sorry. I was planning to be back by last call. I swear.”
Megan smirks. “I take it from your appearance that you got a good dickin’,”
I sigh. “You have no idea.”
I didn’t have time to wash my face before I made my escape. I have raccoon eyes from mascara and eyeliner, smeared lipstick surrounds my mouth, and I haphazardly threw on my clothes. The wrinkles in my dress could tell stories.
“Spill. Now.”
“We got outside the bar and realized we had no real place to go. I’m adventurous, but not enough to be caught naked in my car banging a local biker.” I fidget with my dress. “Spikerecommended a motel that was nearby, and we caught an Uber. Next thing I know, it’s morning, and I ducked out and hid my shame all the way back to my car.”
“Wait, you went to a motel and didn’t shower before you left?” she asks incredulously.
“I was in a hurry to get home.”
“Uh-huh, for what?”
“What do you mean, for what?”
Megan smirks. “Well, it certainly wasn’t to check on your friends you abandoned last night, or you would’ve checked your phone and called one of us back.”
