bed together?"
CC threw the pillow off her face and stared up at Jamie who was straddling her. Jamie realized her position and bolted from the bed. Her emerald eyes widened at the sight of CC's magnificent body. Before she could surrender to the primal urges coursing through her, she tossed the sheet onto CC, successfully covering the temptation but not diminishing her desire.
"I can't believe you," Jamie snarled as her head spun.
"What?" CC gasped as she pushed up to her elbows.
Jamie looked around frantically for her clothing. "You got me drunk and took advantage of me," Jamie accused her, sensing that it wasn't the truth.
"I what?" CC stammered.
"Didn't you?" Jamie asked weakly as some the events of the past evening began to rear their ugly head.
"No," CC protested. "In fact I tried to slow things down."
"It doesn't matter," Jamie reasoned. "Where are my clothes? And where the hell am I?"
"I think you threw your clothes over there," CC informed her. "And you’re at my place."
Jamie stumbled to the far end of the bedroom to find hers and CC’s clothing strewn all over the place. As she bent over to retrieve her pants, she noticed several well-placed hickeys on her body. "What are you? Part vampire?" Jamie grumbled as she tugged on her pants.
"You started it," CC purred playfully. "Do you want to see mine?"
Jamie was furious at CC's taunting. "No," she growled in response. "I just want to get out of here," she fumed as she tugged on her shirt and jacket. She was far too flustered to search for her underwear.
"Stay?" CC implored her.
"Not a chance," Jamie flared, as she hopped up and down in an effort to put her shoes on.
"We need to talk," CC offered gently.
"No, we don't," Jamie argued before something occurred to her. "You said that last night," she mumbled.
"Yes, I did." CC sighed deeply. "Right before you tore my clothes off."
"It was a mistake," Jamie blurted out as she stumbled to the door. She threw it open and then slammed it behind her. The sound of a baby crying pierced through her head. She turned to see a brunette woman standing in the living room holding a screaming infant. "She has a wife and kids," she muttered.
"Who does?" The woman looked at her in confusion as she tried to comfort her child. "Rough night, James?" The woman smirked.
Jamie's jaw dropped in realization. "Stevie?" Jamie stammered. "Little Stevie?" she babbled. As she looked past the woman out the picture window, another realization struck her.
"Something wrong?" Stevie inquired.
"I live here," she stammered as she stared out at her parking lot. "I live next door." She felt sick.
"Jamie?" CC's voice beckoned from behind her.
Jamie turned to find CC clad in an old pair of sweatpants and a rumpled T-shirt. "I need to go," she muttered absently before she turned away and walked out the front door.
CHAPTER NINE
C C RUBBED HER throbbing temples as she stared at the door. "Want to talk about it?" Stevie offered in a sweet tempered tone. CC turned a weary bloodshot gaze on her younger sister who was holding her daughter. "No," she answered, the heartbreak evident in her voice. She could feel her bottom lip start to tremble. "Yes," she whimpered as she walked over and removed her fussing niece from Stevie's arms. "First, just let me hold the peanut."
CC held her niece tightly, taking in the sweet scent of the infant's hair. It was the only thing that would bring her peace at the moment. "Don't ever grow up on me, Peanut," she cooed to child who was clinging to her, seeming to understand her pain. "Is she okay?" CC asked as the child clutched at her tightly. "She feels a little warm."
"I've called her doctor," Stevie explained. "I'm sure it's nothing." Stevie's tone wasn't very convincing.
"What did the doctor say?" CC asked hurriedly.
"I didn't get him," Stevie continued. "I left a message with his service. I'm just waiting for a call back. I checked her temperature; she's not running a fever."
CC looked
CC threw the pillow off her face and stared up at Jamie who was straddling her. Jamie realized her position and bolted from the bed. Her emerald eyes widened at the sight of CC's magnificent body. Before she could surrender to the primal urges coursing through her, she tossed the sheet onto CC, successfully covering the temptation but not diminishing her desire.
"I can't believe you," Jamie snarled as her head spun.
"What?" CC gasped as she pushed up to her elbows.
Jamie looked around frantically for her clothing. "You got me drunk and took advantage of me," Jamie accused her, sensing that it wasn't the truth.
"I what?" CC stammered.
"Didn't you?" Jamie asked weakly as some the events of the past evening began to rear their ugly head.
"No," CC protested. "In fact I tried to slow things down."
"It doesn't matter," Jamie reasoned. "Where are my clothes? And where the hell am I?"
"I think you threw your clothes over there," CC informed her. "And you’re at my place."
Jamie stumbled to the far end of the bedroom to find hers and CC’s clothing strewn all over the place. As she bent over to retrieve her pants, she noticed several well-placed hickeys on her body. "What are you? Part vampire?" Jamie grumbled as she tugged on her pants.
"You started it," CC purred playfully. "Do you want to see mine?"
Jamie was furious at CC's taunting. "No," she growled in response. "I just want to get out of here," she fumed as she tugged on her shirt and jacket. She was far too flustered to search for her underwear.
"Stay?" CC implored her.
"Not a chance," Jamie flared, as she hopped up and down in an effort to put her shoes on.
"We need to talk," CC offered gently.
"No, we don't," Jamie argued before something occurred to her. "You said that last night," she mumbled.
"Yes, I did." CC sighed deeply. "Right before you tore my clothes off."
"It was a mistake," Jamie blurted out as she stumbled to the door. She threw it open and then slammed it behind her. The sound of a baby crying pierced through her head. She turned to see a brunette woman standing in the living room holding a screaming infant. "She has a wife and kids," she muttered.
"Who does?" The woman looked at her in confusion as she tried to comfort her child. "Rough night, James?" The woman smirked.
Jamie's jaw dropped in realization. "Stevie?" Jamie stammered. "Little Stevie?" she babbled. As she looked past the woman out the picture window, another realization struck her.
"Something wrong?" Stevie inquired.
"I live here," she stammered as she stared out at her parking lot. "I live next door." She felt sick.
"Jamie?" CC's voice beckoned from behind her.
Jamie turned to find CC clad in an old pair of sweatpants and a rumpled T-shirt. "I need to go," she muttered absently before she turned away and walked out the front door.
CHAPTER NINE
C C RUBBED HER throbbing temples as she stared at the door. "Want to talk about it?" Stevie offered in a sweet tempered tone. CC turned a weary bloodshot gaze on her younger sister who was holding her daughter. "No," she answered, the heartbreak evident in her voice. She could feel her bottom lip start to tremble. "Yes," she whimpered as she walked over and removed her fussing niece from Stevie's arms. "First, just let me hold the peanut."
CC held her niece tightly, taking in the sweet scent of the infant's hair. It was the only thing that would bring her peace at the moment. "Don't ever grow up on me, Peanut," she cooed to child who was clinging to her, seeming to understand her pain. "Is she okay?" CC asked as the child clutched at her tightly. "She feels a little warm."
"I've called her doctor," Stevie explained. "I'm sure it's nothing." Stevie's tone wasn't very convincing.
"What did the doctor say?" CC asked hurriedly.
"I didn't get him," Stevie continued. "I left a message with his service. I'm just waiting for a call back. I checked her temperature; she's not running a fever."
CC looked
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