Consequence of His Revenge_One Night With Consequences by Dani Collins

Author:Dani Collins [Collins, Dani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781335419255
Amazon: 133541925X
Publisher: Harlequin Presents
Published: 2018-03-19T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

CAMI WOKE ALONE. As she sat up, she breathed out a low, wincing breath. She was so sore. The jet tub might have forestalled some of the stiffness from skiing, but just as she hadn’t let a few aches and pains hold her back from enjoying the slopes, she hadn’t let it slow her down with Dante, either.

She buried her face in her hands, appalled. The man really did have an extraordinary libido, and apparently so did she.

Now she was paying for that physical activity. With a little whimper, she made her way into the shower, feeling only marginally better when she dried herself with aching arms. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and even brushing her teeth was a tender exercise, making her look for bruising around her mouth. Her lips were chapped, but what had that man done to the rest of her? At no point had he been brutal, but he had been thorough.

And she’d loved it.

She was a sex fiend!

It was embarrassing, but as she thought of the way they’d come together again and again, the way his hands had felt on her body—his mouth... She was aroused all over again. Yearning and wanting another clash of flesh to flesh.

She clenched her eyes against her reflection, aghast by the longing that overcame her, fresh and sharp. Glancing at the closed door of the bathroom, she wondered if he was still in the suite.

Be honest about what you want.

What did she want? Romantic love was not something she had been able to afford, quite literally. After losing their parents, her brother had been her world. Mentally, she’d felt miles ahead of men her age, and the few who had bought her coffee or a plate of pasta had been quickly scared off by her financial situation and depth of responsibility.

She had tucked away dreams of finding her soul mate like a pressed flower in a book, rarely remembered and even more seldom examined.

Dante was not her soul mate. He was her instrument of sexual awakening, but all she could expect from this relationship was maybe some sort of closure between them on her father’s debt, one way or another.

That stupid debt! She glanced at the time and realized the bank would be open soon. She dried her hair, then dressed in jeans and a snug, waffle-knit shirt.

“Dante?” she called from the top of the stairs.

Silence.

She limped down to the main floor and had a very cursory look for a note—and painkillers—but found neither. He hadn’t texted either, but he’d left a key card. At least she wouldn’t be locked out if she ran to the lobby. Her leg throbbed like it was newly broken. She really needed something.

Ugh. She didn’t want to be the first to text. What should she say? I’m up? Where are you? Far too needy.

She was in the elevator before she settled on her message.

Do you want to meet me at the bank?

He responded promptly.

We’ll go together. Wait for me.

The reply pinged into her phone as she made her way across the lobby toward the gift shop.

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