Page 20 of Learn the Play
“Wow, he must have been a charmer.”
“He was, but he wasn’t. I mean, I didn’t get the vibe that he was trying to charm me, you know? He was just being him, and that was more than enough.”
“So, you invited him back to your room.”
“I did.”
“Bella,” she warns.
“We spent the night together. It was… the hottest night of my life,” I confess.
“Are you going to make plans to see him again? Where’s he from?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, but you got his number, right? When a man has those kinds of skills in the bedroom, you make sure you have a way to reach him.”
I wince. “Unless you’re me, and you have daddy issues, which relate to pushing those issues on every man, and you sneak outbefore the sun has barely risen, leaving him sleeping in the bed in your hotel room.”
“Bellamy!”
“I even made it a point to tell the front desk attendant not to give my information out to him, but I did have them schedule a wake-up call so he wouldn’t miss checkout.”
“So, let me get this straight. You met a man—one who didn’t annoy you and one you trusted—you had great chemistry with, in and out of the bedroom, you don’t know his last name, you don’t know where he’s from, and you didn’t get his number?”
“That about sums it up.”’
“Girl, what were you thinking?”
“I don’t know, okay? I panicked. I felt too much. It was too much too soon, and I had to leave.”
“What if he was the one?”
“What?”’
“The one!” Her eyes widen dramatically. “The one man who was meant for you, and you left him all blissed out in a deep sleep. He’s going to pine after you for the rest of his life, and you’ll both be lonely and miserable because you were too afraid to pick up your big girl panties and see where things might go.”
“He probably lives in Washington or something, too far for us to be able to make it work. And speaking of big girl panties, I left without mine. I got dressed, looked for my clothes in the dark room, and didn’t realize until I was home that I was missing something.”
“Oh, I bet he found them and took them with him. He holds them in his hands every night as he drifts off to sleep, dreaming about you.”
“Stop.” I push her arm, laughing at her. “That’s not happening. He might have taken them, but I doubt it. I’m sure he was angry that I left. He admitted he wasn’t the one-night stand type, not since college.”
“Wow, you all did talk about everything.”
“We did. Now, the issue is that I can’t stop thinking about him. I remember every moment. It’s so bad that Grant busted me daydreaming earlier this week, and today was even worse. My dad called, and I was lost in thought, so I answered before checking to see who it was,” I grumble.
“How is Daddy Will?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows.
“No. Just no.”
“Come on, Bella, you know your dad’s hot.”
“Can we not, please?” I beg her.
“Fine. What did your father want?” she asks.
“He’s got this work thing again that he wants me to go to with him. He even said I could bring a friend or a date if I wanted to. I ended up telling him I wasn’t dating and that I was at Tabby’s wedding a couple of weeks ago. I gave him way more than I usually do.”
