Fur Coat No Knickers by C. B. Martin

Author:C. B. Martin [Martin, C. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw
Published: 2014-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

[Delete.]

Shit! That’s crap. I cursed at myself, sinking down to sit on the edge of the loo as my legs turned to jelly.

[Text to Travis]

A text has been forwarded to me from a friend. I meant to send it to Laura. But sent it to you, by mistake! lol xxx

I clicked send, accompanying my message with a silent prayer: ‘Please God, don’t let him think I was referring to him.’

I put the phone down on the toilet, feeling utterly helpless. Obviously I’d need to leave the hotel right away. That was a given. There was no way I’d ever be able to see him again (that is, if he ever wanted to see me again).

Disconsolately, I turned the heavy lever that worked the shower to one side and watched as the generous spray of water cascaded into the tray below. Jumping into the warm water, I tilted my lady-garden forward and frantically began washing the sperm away… there’s no way I was going to be a single parent from day dot!

I began to plan how I would escape the building without running into Travis. I couldn’t face him. Not now. Not ever. But I already knew in my heart of hearts; I couldn’t bear not to see him.

Maybe I should send another text, I thought, as I practically poured the entire bottle of Molton Brown Black Peppercorn body wash onto my hand and began to soap myself. How could I undo this mess? Every time I thought about the text, I cringed. I can’t believe he will have read that bit about faking orgasms. For lack of any other options, I let out a huge, dramatic sob. Since it felt a little soothing, I did a few more for good measure. I did, however, frequently pause to peer across at my phone to see if a message had arrived. It lay deadly silent.

Maybe he hasn’t been able to read the testosterone-destroying text yet, I thought, brightening. After all, he is stuck down stairs in that meeting, so at this moment, in his eyes - I could still be the woman he wants to be with. Oh, that would be so perfect. I smiled faintly, feeling calm for the first time since I’d sent that stupid message.

But, it won’t stay that way, will it Tara? Feckin’ texting. Whoever came up with that stupid idea needs a breezeblock around their face. I wish I could turn the clock back. Bloody Laura and her need to know everything. Nosey cow. It’s all her fault. I’d called him a Sex God only a few hours ago, now he wouldn’t believe me. I’ve completely insulted Travis and made out he was a crap lay. To make matters worse, he was actually really good in that department. Most men need a feckin’ sat nav to find their way around our lady-gardens, but this one knew exactly where he was going. He didn’t think that my nipples were for tuning a 1970’s-style radio either.

Oh God, well… that’s it, he will never forgive me.

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