Sin's Haven by Carlene Love Flores Page A

have a field day with this if they ever found out. Good thing he was
alone.
    Sliding his
tongue up and over his teeth and gums, he had the immediate need for water. “Dude,
when did I kiss her? Please let it have been before all this.” His stiff bones
refused to cooperate, making him take more time getting up off the small futon.
    He had no idea
what time it was now but there was no time to waste with that awful smell
lurking nearby. He rubbed his eyes and located the trail of disgustingness just
to the side of a small trashcan near a desk tacked with club and café posters. At
least he knew where he was, even if how he’d gotten here wasn’t all that clear.
    There weren’t
any towels lying around so he knew this meant opening the door and taking the
walk of shame to the bathroom. Hopefully he didn’t startle anyone who might be
in the club. He vaguely remembered some of the staff from last night. One in
particular ... with cinnamon colored hair. The one he feared he’d kissed.
    Finally, after
finding out he seemed to be the only person there, he tossed the last paper
towel he’d used to clean up his mess and plopped down on the toilet seat where
he sat now. What he wasn’t prepared for was the note he found tucked into his
shirt pocket. He patted it and pulled it out carefully.
    “Holy
crap. No way.”
    He read it
again.
    Apparently he’d
had relations with her, pretty good ones at that, but had no recollection of
it. What was her name? He couldn’t remember but it started with an H according
to the note. Crap. He’d had hot, amazing sex last night with her? With Haven?
    He closed his
eyes, and tried to remember more, considering dropping his pants and inspecting
his stuff. He didn’t go that far but adjusted himself in his briefs, now
conscious that he’d been inside a beautiful woman who he’d somehow brought some
pretty decent pleasure to. More amazing than that, she hadn’t been turned off
when she’d seen him. God, this was the weirdest feeling in the world.
    But straining to
remember more was no use. It only gave him a worse headache, not a name of the
woman he’d slept with so carelessly. Or any remembrance of
touching her. No way would he have not touched her. Ah, he did remember
feeling something. He was an idiot. She’d sung him happy birthday, which would
have been cool if he hadn’t just been crowned king of the losers by Erby . Wait, before that. The chorus of his favorite song as
he’d sat there in silent chaos had touched him, even if he hadn’t let it show.
    Somehow, after
all that, he’d gotten close enough to kiss this other woman. Back
on that well-meant futon. But how in the world did a guy like him end up
hooking up with a woman like Haven?
    She probably
felt bad for him.
    Story of my
life, he thought.
    Where was she
now? Was she okay? They’d been in the office together. Which
meant she could have seen him tossing his nachos. Surely she’d written
the note and left in time to spare them both that lovely experience. And apparently,
she was well. Better than well.
    He shook his
head, trying to understand last night. The problem was, his pride might be
swelling on one hand but on the other, he felt like a huge ass wipe. He’d slept
with a woman whose name he couldn’t remember and oh yeah, he didn’t do that
kind of thing. It wasn’t anywhere in his nature. Jaxon and Stefan made women
melt at the mere thought of the things those guys could do to them. Unless a
chick was super into a personalized website or slick Facebook banner, Ben
didn’t have much woo factor to offer. And a one-night-stand-to-blow-your-mind
was definitely not on his menu. He wouldn’t have slept with Erby on their first date and he’d known her for six years! Okay, maybe he would have
last night...
    “I suck and ow ,” he said, holding his head in one hand while his elbow
dug into his knee. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember Haven’s hands on his
legs, maybe playing with his knees. It was a hot