Louise walked straight to a kitchen cabinet and took out a bottle of Wild Turkey and a couple of tumblers.
“I assume bourbon is okay for you.”
“I can bear a glass or two.”
She poured them a couple of drinks and handed one over. Chris took it with a nod of thanks. They sipped at their drinks for a moment. Louise placed hers back down, and turned toward her bedroom.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to take a shower,” she stated.
She went through her bedroom to the bathroom and stripped off her clothes, noting the creamy wetness filling the purple material between her legs.
The shower was running hot, and she let the water run down her body and release the tightness in her back muscles she had not realised were bunched up. Not surprising the way her body had just been pummelled. Once done, she stepped out, dried herself off and slipped into her pale blue cotton bathrobe. She saw no point in putting clothes on again. She did not expect them to stay on for long.
Back in the living room, she found that Chris had opened the sliding door and was leaning on the railing of the balcony with his back to her. He had taken off his denim jacket and leather boots. Louise could now see his defined arms, tanned by many hours in the sun. His T-shirt clung to his body both from the material hugging his back, and the sweat from their exertion. She liked what she saw in the well-shaped shoulders, the back that narrowed slightly to his hips. She looked forward to seeing more.
Chris looked back over his shoulder once he realised he was being watched.
“Enjoying the view?” he inquired.
“It’s pretty acceptable.” She smiled at him. “Want a shower?”
“That would be great.”
She led him through to the bathroom and provided him with a towel, then left him to it. She went back to pour another drink and downed it. Two hours ago, she had no idea who this guy was, and now he is wet and in her shower. A little throb started up between her legs again. She had never felt this hot while with Ethan. Her fingers tightened around her glass at the thought of that idiot. She poured herself another drink and walked to the balcony herself.
The air was cooler up here and the wind had picked up. Her hair was waving about lightly, tickling the skin of her neck and over the top of her breasts where the robe stopped. Now that she had time to think and clear her head, she realised how insane it was to bring Chris home. She knew nothing about him other than that he had no issue taking a woman from behind in an outside setting. Thank fuck there was no one around, though she was not sure if he would have stopped if there was. She knew his name was Chris and he liked bourbon. That was it. What the hell was she doing?
The water stopped running and after a few minutes Louise heard the bathroom door open. She turned back and entered the living room, closing the glass door behind her. Her eyes widened slightly as Chris walked in, wearing the towel around his waist. Clearly, he had the same idea, clothes were surplus to requirements. But Louise was not expecting such a solid chest. His muscles almost rippled as he lifted his hands to untangle his damp hair and roughly comb it back. He had a six pack, clearly defined, and tanned skin which affirmed his time in the sun. It was marred slightly by a three-inch scar down his left side. When she thought he was a good specimen of a man earlier in the night, she had not quite expected this.
Letting out a breath she had not realised she was holding, she went and sat down on the sofa. Chris collected his glass and joined her.
“I… Er…” she stammered.
“If you start saying you don’t normally do this, and this isn’t you or any of that shit, I have no interest in hearing it. It happened, and I for one have no problem with it.”
“Yeah, but I had not planned on picking some guy up at work and bringing him home.”
“Then why did you?”
Louise could not answer. Her reckless decision in the carpark now felt like a really bad idea.
A fiery sex session is one thing, but now this quasi-stranger is sitting on my sofa chatting. The anger was easier to deal with!
Chris placed his glass on the coffee table, turned toward her and leant close with a slight smile. He no longer smelled of leather, and she realised she missed it.
“What’s his name?”
Louise’s eyes went flinty as her temper flared up. She started to get up, but a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her. The smile on his face was gone, and those brown eyes look at her intently.
“Louise, what’s his name?”
“Why does it fucking matter!”
The rage was building up again, her hands clenching around the belt of her robe. She suddenly felt stifled. With a hard shrug, she got out of his grasp, stood up and strode to the kitchen. She wanted to punch something, she wanted to scream, she wanted to throw her glass against the sliding door and see it all smash to pieces. With a shaking hand, she picked up the bottle to pour another, but Chris caught up with her and pulled it away.
“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted seethingly.
“Alcohol is not going to help you get over a guy,” he said quietly.
His calmness was even more aggravating.
“I don’t want to get over him right now. I just want to get wasted!” She lunged for the bottle but he kept it out of reach.