Sweet Seduction Sabotage (2 page)

Argh!
Cotton wool filled my mouth and went halfway down my throat. I swallowed and then groaned, making a maniacal pneumatic drill start hammering away inside my head. What the...? How much did I have to drink last night?

I rolled over, feeling nothing but air brush my skin. Not unusual, I often went to bed naked. But what was strange, was the feeling of flannel sheets beneath my back, and not Egyptian cotton. If there's one thing I abhor it's fluffy flannel sheets. All my guys know this, if I ever reach their beds, they make sure it's cotton or no nookie.

So, why was I lying on flannel?

I finally finished my beached whale impersonation and settled onto my side, my stomach rolling like a tugboat lost at sea, my throat and lips all dry, and a hot, hard body resting against my flushed skin.

I lifted one eyelid, cringed at the too bright light in the room, and then blinked.

I did not know this body.

A breath of surprised and slightly angst-filled air left me.

Both eyelids opened. White light blinding me for the count of five long, torturous seconds. Then, dark smooth skin, muscled arms and a broad back, and - with a quick look down the length of him - an extremely tight arse. Well, at least in whatever drunken stupor I found myself last night, I'd picked a prime candidate to lose my fucking mind with.

Oh God, Kelly, what the hell?

His breaths were even and deep, I hadn't woken him yet. I still had time to refresh my memory, because right now, not a single damn thing was making any sense. I stared at his back, trying futilely to remember last night. To recollect the events that led me to here; his bed, not mine, in a room I have never seen before with a man I don't freaking know!

Motherfucker! I bit back the groan that threatened to explode from my lips. A deep seated dread filling my chest up so much I could hardly draw breath. Things were getting a little out of hand.

Who the fuck are you?

A good question, lately one I've been asking myself, but apt for right now, right here.

Who the fuck are you stranger?

I shifted carefully up onto one elbow and peered over his shoulder to get a decent look at his face. Firm jaw, slight stubble, full, well-kissed lips, straight proud nose.

I flopped back down on the bed my hands automatically holding my stomach, hoping that would stop me from being sick in a semi-stranger's bed.

Semi-stranger; tall, dark and handsome had progressed. I did know him, just not that well.

What the fuck happened last night?

I shook my head in frustration, regretted the move immediately as the hammer turned into a thousand angry woodpeckers pecking at my fucking head. The groan couldn't be denied, but my bed buddy still did not move.

I huffed a breath of near hysterical laughter. I probably wore him out, which made me think, how was I faring? I stretched my arms and legs, felt the all too familiar feeling of a robust workout and then the entirely new feeling of utter, sheer unease. My hand skimmed over my inner thighs, providing a modicum of relief. I didn't feel... messy, for want of a better word. We'd used protection then.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. How the fuck did I end up here?

A tear threatened to spill from my right eye, I brushed it angrily. Damn it, this was so wrong. Didn't I have enough going on right now to be contending with lost nights and naked semi-stranger's in the same bed? A sob crept up my throat. I swallowed it back down, curling in on myself just a little. My arms banded around my stomach, clutching my waist, holding this horrible, unwelcome sensation inside.

Oh, God. I'd really fucked up big time on this one. I didn't even know his name.

My eyes closed and I tried to remember if he wore a name-tag, all those times I'd flirted with him innocently in his video store. The same video store I purchased my rentals from each week, when I needed a little excitement and thrills in my nightly routine. Clearly I'd progressed from the Adults Only section to the what-the-fuck-are-you-doing part of the video rental store.

I couldn't get enough air. My hand scratched at my throat ineffectually trying to increase the oxygen to my lungs. I had to get out of here before he woke up. Finding a new video shop was next on my list, but first things first...

What the hell happened last night?

My head swung towards the still sleeping form of video-shop-semi-stranger, who was making little snuffling noises in his sleep. I stared and stared, and tried to bring up
something
of what brought me here, but nothing surfaced from the quagmire that was my drunkenly abused brain.

What was the last thing I remembered, then?

Leaving Sweet Seduction after a particularly harrowing Friday afternoon. The city was gearing up for Christmas, so many shoppers, so many people needing a break, a cup of coffee, a chocolate treat. We were rushed off our feet, and Gen has to take it easy, what with being five months pregnant and all. So that left a lot of work for Lucas and me.

Then what?

I stopped off at a little Mexican restaurant and grabbed a bite to eat, then decided to see if Spike was at his usual haunt. I remember that, clear as a bell. He wasn't there, but that never stopped me from having a good time. Several disjointed images shot through my mind, becoming more and more jumbled as my alcohol intake increased.

What was I trying to outrun? What the fuck was I trying to prove?

I know I left there alone.

I think I did.

No, I did. I remember leaving my car and walking along the street, taking in all the sights and sounds of Ponsonby on a Friday night.

Ah, fuck. I remember walking into the video store, browsing the new releases, then ducking into the back to check out the action there. Adults Only. Yeah, that's me, a real grown up, waking up in a bed with a guy I don't really know.

I didn't bother with the rest of the distorted memories, I could work it out. I chose a dirty movie, shared a few suggestive remarks with video store guy, accepted his offer to come back here when the store closed and have a few more drinks.

But why? I'm better than this. I have my set group of regular hook-ups, safe and reliable, nothing messy, nothing too outrageous. Sure, I'm free and easy with the loving, but only with my five guys. And they all know the score.

It has been months since I added to my stable, and I had no plans to add any more. So why the fuck was I here?

I lifted my head up off the pillow and glanced around the room. Our clothes were in tangled piles on the floor, discarded in our urgency to get to bed. My skin cooled and sweat made me feel clammy.

I felt ill. And it had nothing to do with the booze.

I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my head found my hands as I was sure it was about to explode. I was getting too old for this sort of shit. I have many faults, but I have never had sex with a nameless man.

Jared? Was that it?

I blinked. Did it matter if I remembered what he was called, being here had not been on the horizon, therefore I'd done something out of my control.

Everyone thinks I'm so damn slap happy, fun loving, carefree Kelly Quayle. But I have rules. I have limits. There are some things I will not do.

There's a hell of a lot that I will, but within the confines of what feels right. And this here, felt wrong.

I glanced over my shoulder and found dark brown eyes staring up at me. How long had he been awake? Oh, this was worse than slinking out and taking the walk of shame. I didn't even freaking know what suburb I was in!

"Hey," he murmured, then ran a hand over his bristly chin. "What time is it?"

Time for me grow up. Time for me to stop this... fucked up lifestyle.

"Early. Go back to sleep."

"Nah, I'll make you some breakfast, if you like." He started moving off the bed, displaying an impressive morning erection.

That had been inside me and I didn't even remember it.

Panic welled, my heart stuttered, breathing once again became hard. Jesus, Kelly. Get a grip! This is not who you are.

Then who the fuck am I?

I stood up abruptly, fought vertigo and the sloshing of undigested alcohol in my gut, and fumbled for my clothes.

"You don't have to leave, you know," video guy said from behind me. "I thought we could spend some more time together."

No. I shook my head. "Gotta be somewhere."

"Oh, come on, Kelly. You promised another round."

My stomach plummeted. He knew my name. I had no idea what his was.

"Change of plans," was all I could get out, my work trousers pulled up minus knickers. I couldn't see them and I didn't have it in me to search.

"Baby, I thought it was great last night," he purred, reaching for me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I snapped. I'd been on a razor edge since I'd woken, it wasn't that hard to see why I'd crack. I struggled, and for a moment he didn't realise what I was doing and held on, pulling me closer, trying to jostle me into place, hips to hips. But I screamed, a frightful, unnatural sound. Lashed out with my nails, scraping three of them down the side of his cheek. I drew blood.

He pushed me away. Reflex action. And I fell hard against the side of the bed.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" he demanded, suddenly looking very big and very intimidating, and nothing like the charming flirt at the video store.

My lips trembled when I tried to speak.

He sighed, frustratingly. "Maybe you
should
just go." Beating me to the words.

Tears welled and he just stared at me, a confused, angry look on his face. I was a stranger to him at last. He'd been one to me from the moment I awoke.

It took several moments for my body to respond to my mental commands, but finally I grabbed my bra, slipped my shirt on over top and hurriedly did the buttons up. I was going to vomit. I could feel it.

But I would not do it here.

He watched on quietly and statue still while I fumbled with my shoes. He didn't say a word while he followed me to the front door. It took three attempts for me to unlock it, my hands shook so much. He didn't offer to help.

The door cracked open and sunshine hit me in the face. It was like a hard slap.

But I recognised the street. Franklin Road. I'd have an uphill walk to my place.

I turned to face him, once I'd stepped over the threshold. I couldn't meet his eyes.

His hand came out slowly, finger curled beneath my chin and lifted my face to his. He brushed a tear off my cheek.

"You were pretty pissed last night, weren't you?" he whispered.

I couldn't do this. I couldn't dissect my failings with a man I'd had sex with, but didn't know his name. I remained mute, willing myself to turn away, to leave.

"Go get some sleep, girl," he urged softly. "When your head's back in the right place, you know where I am."

I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip and took a backwards step. He started shutting the door before I'd even turned away. He was closing me out of his life, but was too nice to do it bluntly.

Even when I lose all rational thought, and make a monumental cock-up like last night, I somehow manage to pick a decent man to do it with.

I was well aware of how lucky I was.

I trudged up the steep incline towards Ponsonby Road, breathing deeply through my mouth in order to fend off the need to vomit. It had been a long time since I had felt this sick to my stomach. The alcohol had a lot to do with it. No one can lose hours of their life and not have drunk too much. Tequila swilled inside. I remembered it now. Video guy had cracked a bottle when we got home to his place, because I'd said it was my favourite drink.

I don't think I will consume a glass of the stuff ever again.

I checked my pockets, relieved to note my cellphone and car keys were still inside. I'd been too messed up and desperate to flee to have made sure they hadn't fallen out before now. But more and more sanity was returning. And with it a mountain of shame and guilt.

I don't make apologies for who I am normally, or for how I enjoy my life. All the men in it know the score. They're aware of the others, even if I take great pains not to let their paths cross.

Lately that had become more difficult to achieve, all because of a certain lawyer who turned up at the most inappropriate times.

But today I had to ask,
what the fuck, Kels?
Just what had I hoped to achieve last night?

It is perhaps the first time since childhood that I have asked that question of myself. I live in the moment, I grab hold of the next great thing when it enters my life. I don't figure it out, look for meaning behind an experience, I just enjoy. Gen told me it was a type of hedonism. I told her it was having a blast.

I'm twenty-eight years old. My best friend is getting married in one week's time. She's expecting a baby. Going to be a mother before she turns thirty. And I'm still getting my thrills on the dance floor, under the influence of alcohol.