he saw the
possibility! He hadn’t even thought about a damned condom until
she’d brought it up!
Hell! He hadn’t even gotten her damned
number!
He’d screwed things up about as badly
as he possibly could! She wasn’t going to give him the time of day
even if he could wrangle the number from her sister!
He should’ve written her off a long
time ago, he realized angrily. He’d thought he had. He’d damned
sure worked hard enough to get her out of his system that he
shouldn’t be lying awake now trying to think of some way to figure
out how to get a second chance when he hadn’t even expected to get
a first chance.
He shouldn’t have allowed her to get
under his skin like he had! He wasn’t a damned kid anymore—unnerved
about living among aliens and the constant threat/possibility of
getting caught in alien—likely hostile—territory! Scared enough to
lash out at anyone that threatened his cover. He was a full grown
man and he had a lot to offer a woman—even a woman like
Chelsey.
Even if it wasn’t here .
All he needed was a chance to convince
her.
* * * *
Chelsey didn’t know how she’d made it
through the rest of the party. She didn’t know whether to be glad
everything that came after having sex with Garryk was just a blur
or worry about how much she’d given away because she was too
distracted to focus on anything. She was so relieved to get back to
her apartment, though, she felt like crying.
Well, not just with
relief. She was relieved. It was the realization that she finally had a
little privacy to fall apart, though, that made her feel like
giving in to it.
Garryk! She
couldn’t believe she’d had sex with a former student—with Garryk Sinclair of all people—the ‘bad boy’ that had haunted her first years
of teaching. The ‘pretty boy’ that had so tempted her with his ‘I
could eat you alive’ looks that she’d been terrified he was going
to be the death of her career before she even got started
good!
Or ruin her marriage, which had
already been rocky barely two years into it.
Dropping onto her couch the moment
she’d locked the door behind her, she covered her face with her
hands, struggling with the images that had played over and over in
her mind all night.
She hadn’t recognized him immediately.
It had been nearly ten years, after all, and he wasn’t a pretty boy
anymore. He was a man—a drop dead gorgeous man!
And she’d been too busy staring at his
body and that stunning cock to look at his face—until he’d walked
right up to her and leaned down over her so that they were
practically nose to nose. Recognition had hit her with the force of
a sledge hammer then, bowling her over and completing her descent
into total madness!
Because it was insane! It was
probably the most insane thing she’d ever done in her life—yielding
to that devil’s wiles—when she knew, knew that he’d painted crosshairs on
her almost from the day he’d first entered her
classroom.
She was probably the only female
Garryk Sinclair had ever met in his life that he hadn’t gotten into
his bed within five minutes—until tonight.
How absolutely stupid was
it to succumb when she knew the only reason he had any interest in
her was because she was the ‘one that got away’? Especially now!
She’d just thought she was in a precarious position before when she’d known him!
It had been her very first year teaching and she was under heavy
scrutiny and knew it, but her situation was so much worse now it
didn’t bear thinking on!
She hadn’t taught in years and it had
taken all she could do to get accredited again and find a job when
she’d let Lawrence manipulate her in to quitting to be a full time
mother and wife—and it hadn’t looked good that her son didn’t want
anything to do with her. The very fact that Lawrence had gotten
custody had made everyone look at her as if she was some sort of
monster, unfit to be around children.
Lawrence would have a
field day when …
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