Page 17 of King of Clubs

My stomach tightened as my fear amplified. Taking deep breaths to hold the tears at bay, a uniquely fresh masculine fragrance, almost aquatic in its purity, filled my senses. I reefed the shirt I was wearing towards my face, inhaling heavily as awareness dawned, calming the fear that had taken shape in my stomach.

The confines of his sleek, black car came flashing back as I remembered doing my best to discreetly fill my lungs with the same scent from last night.

Feeling slightly more composed, albeit entirely hazy on specifics, I looked around the room noticing the attention to detail in the furnishings. The large bed was covered in soft grey linen and hugged by two bedside tables with glass tops. The single cream chair with a navy pillow placed on a 45 degree angle, sat adjacent to my perfectly positioned shoes. There was no chance I had done that given the state of my hangover, which raised the question – who the heck did?

The mirrored wardrobe on the other wall reflected the large window that overlooked the beach. Sitting up a little more, I could see the waves breaking softly on the sand. Throwing the covers back, I stood, waiting for my head to stop spinning before I padded towards the window. The view was as stunning as expected, the sun just beginning to show its face over the horizon.

The music changed, the soft hues of Coldplay filtering through the walls as I stepped out of the room on a mission to locate the source. With each of my strides the music increased in volume and I halted when I heard heavy breathing coming from the end of the hall. The last thing I needed was to get caught watching him doing something I wasn't meant to be seeing – regardless of the way that made my lady parts beat along with the bass of the song. Craning my neck around the corner, I caught the reflection of the room through another large walled mirror and I quietly gasped at the sight before me.

Sebastianworking out.

Despite my foggy memories of his physique from last night, his back muscles were a pleasant surprise as he raised his arms on a metal bar and lifted himself into a pull up. No wonder he had so many mirrors, I would stare at myself all the time too if I looked like that. Hot damn.

He was all bare skin and sweat except for the black athletic shorts hanging low on his hips and I very nearly growled in delight. The sunrise creeping in through the window painted his skin in a soft golden glow and highlighted the beads of moisture that slowly cascaded down his incredibly toned back to the top of his waistband.

I was riveted to the spot – he made himself pretty difficult to ignore doing things like this with a lady present. The term lady used loosely given my unbathed, unbrushed appearance.

The mere thought of having slept in the house of a man who looked like that was enough to send my wanton thoughts into overdrive. With a thirsty realisation, I crossed my legs tightly.

Despite knowing nothing other than his name, he was without a doubt, the most delectable human I had ever laid eyes on.

And – I – wanted – him. Underneath or on top, honestly, I would take either. Beggars can't be choosers and I was definitely a beggar, or at least I would be forhim.

As I stood processing the plethora of feelings coursing through me I noted fear wasn’t one of them. That comprehension was enough to send me on a search for my phone. I was definitely going to be breaking some kind of moral code here – given I was a guest and he had been nothing but hospitable – but the rules of sisterhood were stronger and I needed to speak to someone before I ceremoniously told Seb just how much I wanted to straddle him over his weights bench.

Being in the presence of such a man and not feeling a sense of panic was new for me. Given I had very little experience and had recently been treated as someone’s personal punching bag, the mere thought of another person in this capacity was enigmatic. Especially given everything that happened last night.

It was during that epiphany that I eventually found my purse and phone, tucked neatly into the drawer. I smiled to myself as the comforting warmth of being taken care of saturated my insides. As anticipated, there were messages already waiting for me.

Arna

You okay, loves? I can’t believe that bag of dicks was at Nexus!!! I have no doubt you’re fine as Seb is a good guy and I’ve forced Andy to call him three times already. But please tell me you are not wallowing, elbow deep in a bag of Cherry Ripes.

I realise you’re probably just asleep but message or call whenever you see this – seriously, I need an excuse to leave these meetings. Snooze fest! Any time. Love you!

I smiled as I hastily replied to her texts. She really was the best.

Marlee

Hey, so sorry. I definitely passed out last night.

Ummm also… why did I agree to come to Seb’s house?

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY!

HE IS DOING PULL UPS IN HIS APARTMENT WHICH OVERLOOKS THE BEACH.

WHAT THE FUCK?

I hope your hotel room is nice. Send me photos.

BUT ALSO, HIS BACK IS AS GOOD AS HIS FOREARMS. SHIT. YOUR GIRL IS IN TROUBLE.

I’m okay though. Hungover and horny, but okay.

I think I’m definitely still a little drunk or maybe just in need of my vibrator.

DID I SAY WHAT THE FUCK??

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