The Unidentified Redhead (1) by Alice Clayton

Author:Alice Clayton [Clayton, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Published: 2010-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Seventeen

I did sleep that night, but it was a thin sleep. I tossed about, not caring whether I woke him up or not. But he slept peacefully, totally knocked out.

I thought about what that text might have meant and I went through all of the likely reasons why this girl—the same one he'd been photographed with and publicly questioned about the nature of their relationship—would be texting him at such a late hour. There were many reasons, and most of them were innocent.

I, of course, chose to focus on the not-so-innocent.

Jack had left this Marcia in a bar somewhere after she blew him in the bathroom. Jack had left this Marcia in her bed after fucking her senseless and then telling her he was going to take a piss, but never returning. Jack had left this Marcia at a party, surrounded by all the other naked women he had schtupped that night, neglecting to say goodbye to her personally.

But in the end, I had to let it all go. He owed me nothing, we'd known each other for only weeks and I was leaving.

Of course, what I already knew about him told me that nothing like that had happened. I didn't really honestly think that he had been with anyone else, not in that way.

Still, I would like to meet this Marcia. If for no other reason than to stop referring to her in my head as “this Marcia”.

I looked at him, slumbering quietly next to me, his body warming my bed. His arms were wrapped around my waist. His hands were on, as was quickly becoming tradition, my breasts. And I knew that he didn't want to be anywhere else.

Which was troubling because soon all this fantastic was going to have to end. And as all true Scarletts do, I decided to think about that tomorrow. I snuggled back into his arms and tried to put all of this out of my head.

Like I said, I slept, but it was a thin sleep.

***

I was up before Jack and decided to go for a run. I left him a note:

George, I went for a run, be back in an hour. Coffee is downstairs.

If you wait to shower, I'll join you. Then, you know, we can be all kinds of naked.

Gracie

I almost wrote “Love,” but I changed my mind at the last minute.

Chicken shit.

Ain't nobody here but us chickens.

As I ran, I thought about how to tell Jack I was leaving. I knew he'd be happy for me and would realize what a tremendous boost this would be for my career. Hell, this would make my career. And we could work something out, right? I mean, he was crazy about me…at least, that's what it felt like. He'd still want to see me when I was back in town. And he'd probably be doing press in New York. We could get together then, right?

Who are you trying to convince?

Then I thought about working with Michael. Shit, this was going to be a nightmare.

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