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The phenomenal woman I spent the night with.
Patting the other side of the bed, which is cold, I quickly roll over and confirm I’m alone. Disappointment washes over me like a rain shower on a sunny day. It’s unexpected and I’m unprepared for the thick emotion building in my throat.
I wish she hadn’t snuck out.
Grabbing my cell off the nightstand to check the time, I scrub a hand over my face to wake up. Eight o’clock. “Shit.” It’s the latest I’ve slept in years, which is likely due to the siren that screamed my name until the early hours of the morning.
For someone who said they hate lawyers, she sure didn’t complain when she was sucking my cock. She even told me how good I tasted and how perfect my dick was. That is the first time a woman has ever told me that, and I didn’t miss how shemumbled to herself about how it was made just for her, then told herself to shut up, which I found amusing.
Maybe she’s right, because it felt like it was made for her.
But that can’t be right, can it?
As weariness set in, she seemed perfectly content nuzzling into me before falling asleep in my arms.
One, I never have women stay over, and two, I’m not someone who snuggles, but with her, it felt good.
Right, even.
I’m drawn to her not just for her beauty or because I lack anything in my life, but her energy and that fucking smart mouth of hers drives my dick wild.
She’s different.
Forget her—you don’t have time for a woman in your life.
I throw back the comforter and storm across the room, then pull on a pair of boxers before heading out of my bedroom to search for the woman I hope is still here and who I appear to have a new obsession with.
Moving into the open space of the living area, I stop in my tracks then hide behind a pillar and watch in amusement as Ari struggle to find her clothes.
“Where the hell are my panties?” She hops up and down on one leg as she puts on one of her heels and then the other, her long dark hair swishing everywhere as she runs around. “Pull yourself together, Arianna.”
I roll her full name over my tongue, testing how it feels. “Arianna.” It’s pretty, like her.
I’m fascinated by everything about her and I watch on, mesmerized as she comes to a standstill and holds her hands out on either side of her. Taking a deep breath, she surveys the space before smoothing down the fabric of her red dress that kisses her sinful curves. “Screw it. Who needs panties anyway?” She shakes her head, grabs her purse, and makes her way to the elevator,making her heels ricochet off the marble floor. “Shit,” she curses before walking on her tiptoes.
Oh, she clearly does not want to be caught sneaking out.
Normally I struggle to get rid of the women I choose to keep me company, not that I do that very often. In fact, it’s been so long since I have, I can’t even recall when I last had sex, and Ari creeping out is a complete surprise to me.
Not one I like. In fact, I fucking despise it.
It’s Saturday, which means I’m playing tennis with my brothers this morning then working later but I’d rather cancel my plans and spend the day with her, because I want to get to know her better.
Wishful thinking? Maybe.
A pipe dream? Definitely.
I’ve never had these thoughts before.
Odd.
I don’t think I like them.
There is no time for a woman in my life; that’s why I never got married. I didn’t even come close. I never found someone I could see myself committing to.
She would have to be something kind of wonderful to put up with my manic hours and enormous workload and possibly raise children by herself.
I never wanted to inflict that on anyone and that’s why I vowed to stay single forever, despite what my mother expects. I watched her raise me and my three younger brothers single-handed while my father worked his ass off to build the law firm we all now work for. We employ hundreds of lawyers, making us one of the largest law firms in the country, but he made sacrifices and was never around. He missed every baseball and football game my brothers played, and he never once made one of my tennis matches.