mind,” she said faintly.
“What are you talking about?” He stared at Amanda in disbelief before dragging his gaze back on the road. The lights ahead had turned red, forcing him to step on the brakes hard.
“Maybe we should talk about this when we get to my place,” Amanda said nervously.
He nodded, a jumble of thoughts running through his head. He let his mind recall the events of that day, hoping it would clarify Amanda’s statement, which simply didn’t make any sense to him. With one eye on the road, he replayed the day that had caused him to judge Amanda harshly.
❈❈❈❈❈
“Amanda!” Connor called out in relief as he spotted Amanda coming out of the hotel elevator.
“Hey!” Amanda said, her face splitting into a smile.
“Glad I caught you,” he said, stopping in front of her. He’d been scared that he’d miss her before she headed out to visit the Melbourne Museum with her aunt.
“What's up?” Amanda asked. “Did you leave anything in my room?”
“No,” he replied. “I was wondering if you’d have dinner with me tonight?”
Amanda’s smile widened, her cheeks pinking slightly. “That would be nice.”
“Good. Meet you back here at, say, seven?”
“Okay.”
He grinned at her, relieved. And just because he wanted to, he cupped her face and kissed her lips. “I’ll see you later,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly before walking out the front door.
He let out a big sigh as he watched her leave, already impatient for the night to arrive. When he’d left her room that morning, he’d immediately felt... bereft. It was the first time he’d felt like that after a one-night stand, but the cause wasn’t a mystery. Last night had been fantastic. Spectacular, actually. He couldn’t believe that the woman who’d been so contained during the party could be so open and giving and altogether wonderful in bed. Watching her reactions—like she’d never known such pleasure—was a huge turn-on. Not only that, she’d been eager to learn how to please him too.
He simply hadn’t had enough. He could think of a lot more ways to make her moan and lose control...
Argh! He was getting aroused and it was only mid-morning. Hours before he'd see Amanda again. He should have suggested an earlier time. Seven o’clock seemed too far away now.
He slapped his forehead with his palm. Damn it, he’d forgotten to ask for her phone number again. He’d meant to do that, but seeing her had muddled his brain.
So what else was he forgetting? Ah, condoms. He’d used them all up last night. Before he did anything else today, he’d better go get some more.
*
C onnor hurried to the hotel, panting lightly from his brisk walk. He was almost ten minutes late for his dinner date with Amanda, and he hated being late for anything—especially when it was a woman waiting for him.
He shouldn’t have gone for that Sunday afternoon business meeting, but his dad had called unexpectedly, requesting him to visit the shop of their newest business partners who’d agreed to stock their products. They’d kept him longer than he’d expected.
He scanned the lobby, looking for Amanda. She wasn’t anywhere in sight. He breathed a sigh of relief, guessing she was still getting ready in her room.
Sitting himself on one of the comfortable sofas, he let himself relax, playing with his phone.
“Hey, Connor!”
Connor looked up to find a woman smiling at him. She looked familiar but he couldn’t place her.
“You are Connor right?”
“Yes.”
The stranger perched herself next to him. “Oh, great! I’m Agnes. Lori’s friend. I was in your party last night.”
Ah, now he remembered her. She was the one who’d ground her bottom on Lucas’s lap. “Hi, Agnes.”
“I been waiting for you here for ages. I was just upstairs, knocking on your door. Lucas told me your room number.”
Connor took a sharp breath, remembering Lucas’s challenge. Damn it!
“I’ve heard all about you,”
“What are you talking about?” He stared at Amanda in disbelief before dragging his gaze back on the road. The lights ahead had turned red, forcing him to step on the brakes hard.
“Maybe we should talk about this when we get to my place,” Amanda said nervously.
He nodded, a jumble of thoughts running through his head. He let his mind recall the events of that day, hoping it would clarify Amanda’s statement, which simply didn’t make any sense to him. With one eye on the road, he replayed the day that had caused him to judge Amanda harshly.
❈❈❈❈❈
“Amanda!” Connor called out in relief as he spotted Amanda coming out of the hotel elevator.
“Hey!” Amanda said, her face splitting into a smile.
“Glad I caught you,” he said, stopping in front of her. He’d been scared that he’d miss her before she headed out to visit the Melbourne Museum with her aunt.
“What's up?” Amanda asked. “Did you leave anything in my room?”
“No,” he replied. “I was wondering if you’d have dinner with me tonight?”
Amanda’s smile widened, her cheeks pinking slightly. “That would be nice.”
“Good. Meet you back here at, say, seven?”
“Okay.”
He grinned at her, relieved. And just because he wanted to, he cupped her face and kissed her lips. “I’ll see you later,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly before walking out the front door.
He let out a big sigh as he watched her leave, already impatient for the night to arrive. When he’d left her room that morning, he’d immediately felt... bereft. It was the first time he’d felt like that after a one-night stand, but the cause wasn’t a mystery. Last night had been fantastic. Spectacular, actually. He couldn’t believe that the woman who’d been so contained during the party could be so open and giving and altogether wonderful in bed. Watching her reactions—like she’d never known such pleasure—was a huge turn-on. Not only that, she’d been eager to learn how to please him too.
He simply hadn’t had enough. He could think of a lot more ways to make her moan and lose control...
Argh! He was getting aroused and it was only mid-morning. Hours before he'd see Amanda again. He should have suggested an earlier time. Seven o’clock seemed too far away now.
He slapped his forehead with his palm. Damn it, he’d forgotten to ask for her phone number again. He’d meant to do that, but seeing her had muddled his brain.
So what else was he forgetting? Ah, condoms. He’d used them all up last night. Before he did anything else today, he’d better go get some more.
*
C onnor hurried to the hotel, panting lightly from his brisk walk. He was almost ten minutes late for his dinner date with Amanda, and he hated being late for anything—especially when it was a woman waiting for him.
He shouldn’t have gone for that Sunday afternoon business meeting, but his dad had called unexpectedly, requesting him to visit the shop of their newest business partners who’d agreed to stock their products. They’d kept him longer than he’d expected.
He scanned the lobby, looking for Amanda. She wasn’t anywhere in sight. He breathed a sigh of relief, guessing she was still getting ready in her room.
Sitting himself on one of the comfortable sofas, he let himself relax, playing with his phone.
“Hey, Connor!”
Connor looked up to find a woman smiling at him. She looked familiar but he couldn’t place her.
“You are Connor right?”
“Yes.”
The stranger perched herself next to him. “Oh, great! I’m Agnes. Lori’s friend. I was in your party last night.”
Ah, now he remembered her. She was the one who’d ground her bottom on Lucas’s lap. “Hi, Agnes.”
“I been waiting for you here for ages. I was just upstairs, knocking on your door. Lucas told me your room number.”
Connor took a sharp breath, remembering Lucas’s challenge. Damn it!
“I’ve heard all about you,”
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