9781618854674DonovansBluesWaitsNC (4 page)

Donovan’s
hand groped for an ashtray and stabbed his cigarette out. “That’s just the
orgasms talking. You’ll get over it.”

His words
were like a cold glass of water thrown over her. How could he think that about
the intimacies they shared?

“No, it’s more. I want you.”

“You had me, kid. Now it’s time to go.”

Amanda
blinked at being so summarily dismissed, and tears blurred her eyes as she
looked around for her clothes. Finding them, she struggled to yank her
underwear on first. This was his
schtick
clearly, his
seduction was down to a routine, and she fell for it. A quiet anger filled her.
“You know Donovan, I found out a few things about myself I don’t like tonight.
Maybe calling me a kid isn’t that far off on some things. I have a little
growing up to do.
Maybe a lot.
But your problem isn’t
you’re blind, or even my reaction to it. You’re scared.
Of me.
The way you held me and touched me wasn’t casual. Maybe it’s not that no one
wants more, maybe you’re just not willing to offer it. And that makes you a
coward.” Her hands shook from her emotion so hard that she couldn’t tug the
zipper of her skirt up. She pulled her blouse out to cover it, backing up
toward the door. “I hope you enjoy our recording, one of many apparently.”

She grabbed
her purse and reached for the doorknob.

Lightning
fast, Donovan closed the distance between them and leaned his weight on the
doorframe. Breathing heavily, his hand reached out tentatively, encountering
her back. He rested his palm on her.

“Don-don’t
go.” He cleared his throat. “Wow. I guess we really called each other out on
our shit. I don’t know the last time someone’s done that to me. You’re right.
Maybe I don’t give anyone a chance to prove me wrong.”

Amanda turned
to him, running her finger down his cheek.

“Maybe we can
both prove each other wrong about some things,” she said softly. He encircled
her waist. She leaned into him, thinking how right it felt to be in his arms.

“So,” he said
awkwardly, “what do we do now?”

“For me, I
call into work.”

He chuckled.
“I guess we both need some sleep. You can, uh, crash here if you want.”

The
invitation sounded like a throw away, but Amanda could see what it cost him. It
was a start.

“That would
be nice.”

He nuzzled
her ear. “I know a tape we can listen to when we wake up.”

She pulled
away to hit his chest in mock indignation and her eyes met his face. His
sunglasses were pushed up into his hair. Her breath caught as she realized his
eyes were no longer hidden. She smiled.

“We could
always just make another one.”

*THE END*

About the
Author

In the daytime, Chloe
Waits works in healthcare taking temperatures, and by night she sends them
skyrocketing by writing white hot contemporary and paranormal erotic romance. A
Toronto based author, Chloe Waits has fond memories growing up thumbing through
Harlequins to get to the ‘good stuff’ and blames this formative experience for
all that she does!

You can visit her website
at: www.chloewaits.com

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