Poison Pen: Belladonna Tattoo Book One by Dove Cavanaugh King

Author:Dove Cavanaugh King [King, Dove Cavanaugh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-six

Ricki

Waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours was disorienting.

Waking up alone in a bed that wasn’t yours was disorienting and aggravating.

I wasn’t sure what time Asher had departed his own bedroom, but if the temperature of the pillow beside me was any indication, it was a while ago.

Rolling onto my back, I stared up at the ceiling in the darkened room, wondering what time it was and what the hell I was gonna do about that man now that we’d had the most epic sex in the history of hookups.

Seriously, Asher looked like a flannel wearing, truck driving good old boy, but underneath that, he was a goddamned beast.

Smiling to myself at the memory, I climbed out of the bed and headed for the bathroom, honestly afraid of what my hair would look like after going to sleep with it wet and unbrushed.

As anticipated, it was a disaster, but nothing a good finger comb couldn’t marginally improve. Finishing up in the bathroom, I stopped in the bedroom and looked around, contemplating my next move.

Running wasn’t really an option, seeing as how my boots were downstairs and the bedroom was on the second floor. I could have hidden, but there didn’t appear to be many places available and that I’d probably look like an idiot when he found me.

That left going out there and facing him like a grownup; not my favorite option, but the only one where I could keep at least some of my dignity.

Looking around the room, I didn’t see the pants and hoodie from last night, nor did I spy my leather corset, not that I was looking forward to wearing that a second time; my nipples were tender, and the leather was completely unforgiving. I considered rooting around through the closet or dresser, but that felt a little too intimate.

Shaking my head at that thought, I laughed quietly.

The man had had his face buried between my legs less than six hours ago, but I was worried about him catching me poking around in his underwear drawer?

Fucking hell.

Finally noticing that Asher had left his discarded flannel shirt on the chair last night, I scooped it up, rolling the sleeves a couple of times, then fastening the buttons over my nakedness and steeling myself to face him.

What the hell kind of morning after did this situation warrant? We weren’t dating, and we were barely friends, really. He’d helped me out of a jam or three, and we’d humped in a barn before coming back to his place.

We were acquaintances at best, right?

But, he had taken me back to his childhood home and introduced me to his family, which seemed to tip the scales from casual to something else, and I was not sure how I felt about it at all.

Before I could talk myself into a full-on panic spiral, I gripped the door knob and pulled it open, forcing myself into the hallway and heading for the stairs, where I halted at the sound of not one but two male voices coming from the kitchen.

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