Something was off. What had I missed?
Releasing her, I stepped back and put distance between us. Before she realized what I was doing, I had moved around the kitchen counter. "Wine?"
Huffing out a breath, she nodded. I studied her while grabbing glasses and a bottle of wine. Red lipstick smeared over her face and her chest rising and falling rapidly, she looked like a crazy woman.
"Here you go." I pushed a glass across the counter to her. She picked up the glass and drank it all down in one gulp.
"Everything okay over there?"
Amy's eyes snapped to mine and flashed with panic, but as quick as it was there, it disappeared. She pouted. "I'm waiting..."
Tracing a hand up over her tits along her neck and into her hair, Amy rolled her head to one side and sighed. My dick stirred at the sight of her touching herself, but something was still bothering me about the sudden change in behavior.
I'd have to call her bluff.
Stalking back around the counter, I reached her and swung her around, pressing her tight petite body against the counter. She gasped and her eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Deciding to push her a little further, I ran my hands down her back until they reached her ass. I pulled her body flush to mine, pinning her between my solid chest and the unit.
"We don't have to go to the bedroom. What's wrong with right here?"
My hand dipped under her dress and traced along her bare thigh. Amy's whole body tensed and her hands gripped my forearms, bringing me to a halt. "Wait. I- I can't do this."
Pulling back, I scowled down at her. "What? I thought you wanted me to fuck you." I used her own words on her, and she winced.
"I- I'm just trying to get back at him. My ex. He cheated on me with some skank. I just wanted to hurt him." Her eyes dropped to the floor, and she started sobbing.
Fuck. Raking a hand through my hair, I silently cursed. Not how I saw the night ending, but I wasn't about to take advantage of a chick pining after another guy. Not my style.
Reluctantly, I curled my arm around her shoulder and steered her to the couch. "Sit. I'll make us coffee."
"Re-really? You're not going to kick me out?"
"I'm not a total dick." All of the time.
As I made the coffee, my mind drifted to another blonde. What was she doing to me? Maybe this whole night was divine intervention. A sign.
The only person who was going to help me get over whatever the hell this was, was thousands of miles away probably not giving me a second thought!
Chapter 3
~ Staci ~
The dry heat clung to my damp skin, and I shook off my loose blouse. Feeling beads of moisture trickle down my back, I hoisted another crate off the back of the truck.
"Another one for medical, Drew."
The manager of the project I'd been working at for the last four years came up beside me and ticked off the list anchored to the clipboard. "Good. Bring it straight through."
I followed Drew into the small building. To the untrained eye, it looked nothing like a hospital, but this was all the people of the small village outside of Portoviejo had.
"Put it with the rest and Kero will take inventory later. Shall we go to my office and have that chat?"
I stacked the crate on top of the others and dusted off my hands. "Sure thing."
Drew's office was in a separate building. It wasn't luxury, but it had running water, heating, and electricity. We had more amenities than most of the families who lived in the villages of the Manabí principal of Ecuador.
"Take a seat, Staci." Drew motioned to one of the worn chairs.
Once situated, he moved around the desk and dropped into his comfier looking desk chair. "So, what do you think about what we talked about earlier?"
"Honestly? I'm not sure. My plan didn't include going back to school, Drew. I love it out here."
He pushed a thick envelope across the desk and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "So I should tell The University of Florida you're not interested?"
UF?
"UF? I thought you were talking to U of M?"
"I