Dangerous Temptations

By: Brooke Cumberland



I swallowed as I watched him. He dropped his towel—right in front of me—as he threw the clothes on the edge of the bed. I should’ve diverted my eyes, but I couldn’t. They were frozen in place. I took in the back of him again, his bare ass marked with scratches that apparently, I had made. His back muscles were solid, chiseled marble as he moved effortlessly.

He pulled over a loose fitting pair of gray sweats. They were so simple—just sweats—but fuck me. They were the kind with white drawstrings that lay loosely on the V of his hips. He grabbed a t-shirt next and turned around to face me, a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

My eyes narrowed in on him. I was like a cat in heat, ready to pounce on him at any given moment. My hands dug into the comforter on the bed, keeping me from moving or doing anything reckless. The brief glimpse of last night had me panting at just the thought of his hands and mouth on me.

“We were on that desk,” I breathed out more of a statement than a question, but I just needed the confirmation. Was my memory playing with me?

He grinned as he walked toward me and said, “Sweetheart, we were everywhere. But yes…the desk is where it started.”

I nodded in understanding, not sure of what else to say. I didn’t want to hear a play by play. I wanted to remember it my damn self.

“You remember?” he asked hopeful, sitting in a chair across from me.

I shook my head. “Just a flash. A short glimpse of me sitting on top of it.”

“Well, I’d be happy to give you a reenactment. You know…to help jog your memory.” The corners of his lips curled up in a taunting smirk.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were a freaking comedian.” He laughed and shook his head at me. A knock on the door saved me from any more embarrassment and awkward silences. “Oh, that’s probably my friend with my change of clothes.” I stood up eagerly.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” he said with a short nod. I thanked him as he walked out into another room of the suite. I walked to the door and finally exhaled a breath of relief.

“Oh, thank god!” I wrapped my arms around her.

“Are you all right?” she asked, pulling me back to inspect my appearance.

“Yes, I’m okay. He’s been really nice.”

“Who?” she asked as soon as I let her in.

“His name is Alex…” I narrowed my brows together. “Alex something…”

“What happened?” she asked again, following me into the bedroom.

I grabbed the bag from her with the things I asked her to bring me. “I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me. I can’t remember anything. But since I woke up naked in a stranger’s bed, I have a freaking good idea.”

“Oh, shit,” she cursed under her breath. “We were all out drinking…”

“Yeah, I assumed that. I remember getting ready. I just don’t remember once the drinking started.”

“Well, we were drinking a lot, Mac. Shots and cocktails. And dancing.”

“Was I dancing with someone?” I asked, pulling his shirt over my head to change.

“Yeah, I think so. There was definitely a hottie sizing you up.”

“And you didn’t say anything to me? And just let me leave with him?” I hissed, although it really wasn’t her fault.

“We were all together, Mac, and then suddenly you were gone. You texted me and said you were heading out and to not worry about you.”

“I did?” I asked, trying to rack my brain as I changed into pants.

“Yeah, I figured you took a cab home.”

“Shit.”

“But you’re okay?” she asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just my damn memory isn’t giving me much. I’ve had a short flash, but it was like in slow motion. I don’t know, but it was weird. I could, like, feel what I was feeling at the time and now it’s just replaying over and over in my head, trying to probe anything new out of it.” I dug through the bag and grabbed the shades she brought me. There were also some flats, an oversized sweater, and a Fedora hat.

If I was going to be leaving a random guy’s hotel suite, I was going to do it with as much dignity as possible.

“All right. I think I’m ready.”

“Is he here?” she asked a bit too excitedly, looking around.

“Yeah, he was giving me some privacy though. It’s kind of awkward. He just came out here and dressed in front of me after his shower. Like, he was naked!” I whispered loudly.

“That’s so hot,” she mocked. I snarled at her and she laughed. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here before someone sees you.”

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