The Valentine's Hate by Sidney Halston

Author:Sidney Halston [Halston, Sidney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2022-12-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Brian

“We’re late!” Lizzie said, jumping off the bed, tripping on all the tangled sheets and clothes strewn around the room.

“What time is it?” He stretched and watched the woman gather clothes into her arms, frantically. They’d spent all afternoon getting to really know one another. He’d tasted her—finally. She sucked him off—finally. And eventually, they fucked themselves into slumber. Both naked and sleeping on opposite sides of the bed.

“I have to be dressed and at the restaurant in twenty-five minutes and you have to be at your thing in forty-five minutes. I still need to shower and get ready.”

“So really, you’re late. I’m fine.”

She glared at him and he chuckled. She looked good all post-sex glowing, even if she was frazzled and frantic.

“I know a way to make things faster,” he said, with a toothy grin. He jumped out of the bed and before she knew what was happening, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Anderson!” She giggled. Giggled! He’d made “stick up her gorgeous Cuban ass” Lisette Alonso giggle. It felt like a monumental achievement.

“If we shower together we’ll save time and water and I’m all about planning and conservation.”

“Baby, I can’t have sex with you again. There’s no time.”

Baby? She’d called him “baby” and it had been absentmindedly, in a sweet, non-sarcastic way. Mostly, he’d always been Anderson or “asshole.” This change disconcerted him. He cleared his throat before setting her down and turning on the shower. “No sex. Just a shower. Promise.”

She didn’t seem convinced, and he knew it was probably because his nether regions had started to take over at the sight of her nakedness. He ignored the way she looked at him, disbelieving anything he was suggesting. “Ignore that,” he said, pushing her chin up with his forefinger to meet his gaze. “Here’s the plan. I’ll walk you to your dinner,” he said, lathering her hair with shampoo. “I’ll stay for a drink. Then I’ll go to my thing.”

“Are you washing my hair? This feels very . . . not fake.”

“We’ve crossed so many lines, what damage can hair washing do?” He reached over her and took the bar of soap and dropped it on her hand. “Here, make yourself useful.”

She shrugged and then started to lather him. It was both very intimate and also strangely normal, as if they did this every day. He lathered up his own hair next and then used the handheld nozzle to remove the shampoo from her hair, followed by his.

“You don’t have to come with me. It was short notice and you have your own thing.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he said. “That way the ex can see that you’re taken.” For some reason he wanted the ex to know this information. Even if temporarily, she was taken, and the ex needed to move along and any thoughts of a reconciliation needed to vanish from his mind.

They finished and he turned off the shower as they stepped out together and towel dried.

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