Blank Space (Dirty South Book 1) by Alla Kar

Author:Alla Kar [Kar, Alla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family Saga, college, coming of age, Romance, new adult
ISBN: 9781945107726
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Published: 2017-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

When I woke up, I stretched far above my head, my toes searching toward my bedpost. Relaxation flooded me like a rush of water. I curled into a ball and dug my face into the softness of my pillow.

I could have drowned in the feeling of sunlight hitting my bare skin. A bone-deep warmth grew inside of me.

A distant sound fought for my attention, but I felt too damn good to wake up just yet.

A sunray hit my eyes, and I protested into the pillow. My legs caught up with me first, the numbing morning feeling had worn off, and it zapped right to my center.

Someone had been there last night.

I sat up straight; the sheet fell to my waist, and an atomic bomb of realism slammed down on my rainbow. I’d slept with Cash last night.

The memories of his touch, his mouth, his being had me soaked and ready. I replayed all of the things he’d said to me, the way he made me feel afterward. I’d slept with my boss.

Suddenly, I looked around for my clothing. I needed to be in the guest house to think. I needed to debate my next move. I had not intended to sleep with him, but I couldn’t help myself. In the limo he’d felt so right.

I’d made my way into my white cotton underwear that I’d worn the night before when he cleared his throat.

I turned quickly around, my palms covering my bare breasts. I felt like a kid who’d gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Heat flared against my cheeks when I noticed what he held.

Breakfast. Shit, breakfast? I’d been in the middle of escape plan one.

Cash’s dark locks were pushed up, his lips puffy from our night of sucking one another. He slowly licked his lips; one hand found its way into his sweats’ pocket. “Why don’t you have a seat outside on the balcony for some breakfast?”

Like this? I wanted to say something to him, explain myself but I didn’t know how. I went to grab for my clothes, and Cash’s hand jutted out to grab my wrist. “You don’t need that, Peach.”

No. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat, turned slowly, watching his dark green eyes follow me. Taking light steps, I walked out toward the balcony. The sun was warm on my skin, but my nipples automatically peeked. The thought of being out in the open startled me. I’d never been remotely outdoors naked before. Even though no houses were nearby, I felt exposed.

Cash had a long square wooden table with a bench-like seating that resembled beer kegs. I scooted in, my cheeks flaming against the morning sun. Cash slid my plate in front of me, straddling the bench next to me, one elbow rested on the table beside my plate.

Nerves shot up my arm as I examined my plate in front of me. “Aren’t you eatin’?”

Cash didn’t smile, his hand dropping from the table, landing on the top of my thigh. “I’ve eaten,” he said.

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