Beautiful and Broken by Hubbard Sara

Author:Hubbard, Sara [Hubbard, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Sara Hubbard
Published: 2014-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

SAWYER AND I leave the terrace. But I don’t want to—not really. Part of me wants to stay out there with him. For a few moments, I forget about how anxious the ballroom makes me. I can just be me, with someone who seems to appreciate it. But I can’t stay out here forever, forgetting that the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I need to get back inside before Amy starts looking for me—tonight is her night and I need to be here for her.

I'm drawn to him. I want to know more about him, what makes him tick, what he looks like on top of me. Stop! No. I just broke up with a guy who broke my heart, and I’m contemplating getting back with him. The last thing I need right now is to jump into something with a guy I barely know—especially one that makes me weak in the knees.

Amy finds me by the hors d'oeuvres. Sawyer has stepped back out for a phone call, and my mother is eyeing me like a predator.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. You probably hate me right now,” Amy says.

“It’s fine. But you didn’t tell me my parents were coming. Or Sawyer…”

She grits her teeth with her lips parted. “I must have forgotten.”

“Sure. Sure. Did you fix whatever you needed to fix?”

She frowns and takes my hand. “Just a couple more things, and I swear I’m yours for the night.”

“It’s going great. You should be proud.”

“So far, so good. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I nod and continue sipping champagne. I want more, but the last thing I need is to get drunk around my mother or Sawyer. My mother, I would probably tell off. And well, considering how horny I am right now, I would probably sneak off with Sawyer if he offered. What's happening to me? Break up with one guy and fall into bed with another? That’s not who I am. I see Sawyer across the crowd. His jacket is still off and I can see the curves of his shoulders and chest.

I chug my drink and head for the bathroom, tripping on a red carpet in the hallway.

One thing I hate about dressing up? Yanking down my pantyhose in a too-small stall and then trying to pull them back up. I swear once you take ‘em down, they never quite fit again. I feel like the seam is riding up my ass.

When I exit, a cleaning lady is staring at me and I jump back in fright. I hadn’t even heard her come in.

“Toilet backed up,” she says.

“Okay.”

“I lock door and when you leave, you close it. Maintenance come.”

“Sure.”

She leaves and takes her no-nonsense attitude with her. After I wash my hands, I head out only to find myself pulled back to the door. I crash into it with my back and walk away only to be pulled back again. What. The. Fuck? My dress is caught. This could only could this happen

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