Page 36 of One Little Mistake
I push on Easton’s chest as that bucket of ice-cold reality hits me, and he begrudgingly lets me go, but not escape.
With a hand holding my forehead to his, I watch as he licks his lips. “This, sweetheart, is not, was not, and will never be a mistake.This, Lexi Mae, is just the beginning.”
I shake my head no, even as he nods yes.
“Get in bed, Locket. My bed.”
The room tunnels in around me as a new wave of panic descends, and I do as he asks. Not because he’s right, but because I can’t fight for breath and my feelings for him at the same time.
Easton climbs into bed behind me, and a massive arm encircles my waist, drawing my back to his front. “Breathe, Lexi. Deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth.”
Following his commands, I work to regulate my breathing as he holds me so tightly against him I’m not sure where I end, or he begins. Tucked into his muscular frame, I start to relax.
“How often do you have these attacks?” he asks gently.
“It’s … it’s new,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“You’re safe with me, Lex. We’ll fight this battle another day, I’m sure, but for now, try to sleep.”
Swallowing my snark, and possibly a few tears, I lay awake until I hear Easton’s soft snoring. Then, I lay here for a few minutes longer, attempting to etch the moment to memory, because this will most definitely be the very last time I take comfort in Easton Westbrook’s arms.
Chapter 15
Easton
Click.
Opening my eyes to the early morning sun, I smile. Unfortunately, rolling over to an empty bed immediately causes me to frown. Then I remember what woke me up and realize Lexi must have just gone into her room.
My brain wants to catalog all the hottest moments of our night, but I know I won’t get out of this room without jerking off if I do. So, instead, I grab a pair of gym shorts and go to find my girl.My girl. It doesn’t even freak me out. Maybe confiding in her about Vanessa was more cathartic than I’d realized.
I’m musing about if Lexi can be my girl without actually asking her yet when I stop in my tracks. Glancing around her room, I notice something’s off. Stepping inside, I move to the en suite and realize she’s gone. All her shit’s gone, too.
Where the fuck did she go? I sprint to the front door when a letter on the table catches my eye.
Easton
If this is some sort of Dear John letter, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Unfolding the piece of paper, I scroll over Lexi’s neatly drawn script.
Easton,
I have some things to take care of. Don’t worry about last night. One little mistake doesn’t have to derail our working relationship. I’ll see you on the plane.
Lexi
One little mistake? Is that what she thinks last night was? And what the fuck does she need to take care of at seven in the morning? Heading to the office, I search for the new phone the concierge delivered with my takeout last night. As it turns on, I smile, knowing I could track her phone. It’s a company phone, after all, but I don’t want to breach that confidence. Not yet, anyway. Instead, I text her.
Easton:Where the fuck
Knowing that won’t go over well, I try again.
Easton: Where are you?
Lexi: …
I watch the three little dots dance for a full minute before going still.
Easton: Where are you?
