Page 26 of The Book Signing

She mutters to herself again, cursing whatever is messaged to her.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah. I need to reschedule my flight back to Chicago. They’ve cancelled my original flight. I had my flights booked after the Writer’s Festival ends on Monday afternoon.”

I hope Greg has taken care of that, too.

“Oh well, gives me more time to lure you over to the dark side.” I grin at the thought.

She gives me a pointed look as she places the cell back on the table. “What do you mean, dark side? Are you one of those people who fist pumps themselves after every conquest?”

I bite my lip, stuck coming up with an answer. I don’t literally do that, but I do feel pretty damn good after a great fuck.

“Would it be so bad if I enjoyed a woman for a night without thinking about what happens next? What if I told you I find nothing wrong with it?”

She laughs at me and rolls her eyes as she turns to get her key card before moving towards the door. I quickly follow.

“Do you know how many times I freaked out that I was pregnant? Or that the guy I met at the club gave me some STI? Those moments of panic made me such an emotional wreck. Didn’t you ever have anything like that? Surely you had a second thought about the women you slept with. What if they literally had sex with someone else before you?”

Okay, well, she got me there. I never thought about that.

“You know what?” she says in my silence, putting a hand on her hip. “I bet something really shitty happened to you before you turned this way.” She then moves to get out of the room, with me trailing her. Once the door closes, Abigail continues to talk and walk. “It did for me, and I really think the same happened to you. I doubt people wake up one morning and vow they will fuck everything that moves and not worry about the aftereffects.”

As I tread behind Abigail, shamelessly checking out her curves, her accusations, despite them being correct, irk me.

“Does it matter, though? It’s not like I tell people they should sleep around. Instead, I reassure them it’s perfectly fine to want to do it and not have the title man-whore or slut. What’s sowrong about that?” I spit out, getting annoyed at where this discussion is going.

She stills when I finish, whipping her head around to look at me.

“What do you mean, you tell people?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.

Ah, crap.

I grit my teeth, fed up with this battle. “You know what? I’m over this. I’m leaving.” Then I storm off, making sure I walk around her, not getting too close.

I shouldn’t feel like I need to argue with her to make my point. People either listen, then agree or don’t. Rule number one, I never force my opinion on anyone. It is up to people to make their own judgements.

ABIGAIL

What the fuck just happened there?

I stare at Jaxon, taken aback at his snap. My eyes follow him, unable to steer my gaze off his back. The muscles on his back are visible under his tight grey t-shirt, and those chinos make his glutes look outstanding.

I’m still a little confused at how he snapped. Here we are, standing outside getting ready to gojet skiing, and the next thing, we are back to arguing again.

Just because I voiced my opinion, doesn’t mean he had to act like such a shit.

“Typical,” I mutter, as turn around and head back to the hotel.

He sure seemed to stand his ground. I bet he counts every notch on his post.

Jaxon may know how to use his fingers, and his kiss makes my core burn, but he is clearly a pro at sleeping around, and I need to avoid that type of man. I’m falling into the same trap again and this time, I won’t change my mind for any guy, and I won’t fall back on my word. If I will be with someone, it will be for mutual feelings, not just pure attraction.

Not wanting Jaxon to ruin my afternoon plan, I continue my stroll around the resorts pathway. Although the throb in my head might make the exploration harder than I thought.

Dammit.

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