Page 2 of My Anchor (Trio Series 1)

A little more flirting and playing hard to get, Clay buys me one more drink. After I finish we are off to his place. I don't see Shana or Cristal when we leave, I guess they already left.

His place really isn't too far from the bar, a nice apartment complex with a private entrance.

“Nice place,” I say as we get through the door.

“Thanks. You want a drink?” He asks grabbing himself a beer from the fridge. “Nope, I'm good,” I say and walk up to him taking his beer and setting it down on the counter. He smiles, damn that smile, yep definitely a good choice for the night. Putting his hands in my hair he tilts my head back and kisses me. I moan into his mouth causing him to kiss me harder then his hands drift downward. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the counter top, wrapping my legs around his waist I grind myself into his erection. “Damn girl.” He says between kisses. “Let's go to my room. Don’t want my roommate to come out and see us.” I nod and follow him to his room.

In the morning when I wake up Clay is nowhere to be seen. Good, no awkward goodbye. I get out of bed and start the search for my clothes. I have that nasty taste in my mouth and I'm sure I have some serious raccoon eyes. Oh, the magical walk of shame. I grab my purse, find my mirror and check out my face. Not too bad. I try and rub away the mascara flakes from under my eyes and the lipstick smears off my mouth. There that’s a little better. I take the hairband I always have wrapped around my wrist and throw my hair up into a messy bun, now it doesn't look I slept in a batch of pine cones. Taking a deep breath I open the door and walk out of his room.

“So you are alive.” A deep voice startles me. I look around and my eyes land on someone in the kitchen, someone not being Clay. This must be the roommate. He has his back to me and is drinking a bottle of water. His gray tee shirt is wet and I can see his muscles flexing under it. Then I zero in on his ass, shit don't get me started on that.

“Is Clay…”

“Sorry babe Clay is gone already, hope you weren’t expecting to see him again. Really isn't his style.” He turns around and damn the front looks as good as the back. He has dark hair buzzed short on the sides and a little longer on the top. Just the right amount of facial hair. Maybe a couple days growth neatly trimmed. Sexy. Green eyes and soft kissable lips. This guy is probably hands down the hottest guy I have seen in the flesh.

“Nope, I'm good, just making sure I don't have to do the awkward morning after thing.”

“Lucky for you then. Coffee?” He gestures toward a coffee pot.

“Sure. Thank you.” He grabs me a cup and I sit down on a barstool facing him.

“Cream? Sugar?”

“No just black.” I wrap my hands around the warm mug that says I love Washington on it and take in the apartment. It looks like a typical bachelor pad pizza boxes, beer cans, dirty clothes everywhere. Yep men live here. Bringing the mug to my mouth I blow slightly then take the tiniest sip as to judge how hot it is. Then an even bigger one when it turns out to be just the right amount of hot.

“You sure are a screamer.”

I choke on my sip. “Excuse me?” I ask after a slight coughing fit.

“I’ve heard Clay’s girls coming before, none of them have been as loud as you.” He smirks. “Or as sexy.” He adds. “Thought he was killing you in there, almost went into check. How did he manage to snag you?” I'm speechless, who the hell is this guy? I abandon my coffee and get up to head out the door.

“Thanks for the coffee. I’ve gotta go. Nice meeting… you.”

“Lee.” He holds out his hand, I take it ignoring the tingles I get from touching him. When I take my hand back a little too quickly he smirks at me again.

“Linn.”

With that, I turn and rush out the door. Digging through my purse I find my phone and cringe at the missed calls and texts. I call Shana holding the phone from my ear at first knowing it’s going to be loud.

“Well, she is still alive! Thanks for calling by the way. Not! Jesus Linnie, you could have sent a text, smoke signal maybe. Shit send a raven or something we have been worried about you!” Just then Lee comes walking out of the door fresh shirt on now, a pair of jeans and a green ball cap. I turn my back to the man, must not look directly at him, I tell myself. Why has he gotten me so flustered? Guys don't do this to me.

“I'm sorry Shane I'm on my way home now just going to call a cab no worries.”

“Fine, but you are grounded. No more ditching us.” Then she hangs up. Yeah, I do believe she is mad at me. Oh well not like it hasn't happened before. It never lasts long, she loves me.

“You need a ride?” Lee asks for behind me.

“Um no I'm fine I will just call a cab,” I answer and start walking further down the sidewalk.

“You’re sure stubborn aren't you? Come on I will give you a ride.” I walk a few more steps and decide that a ride would be better than standing here on the corner like a freaking idiot.

“Fine, a ride would be nice thank you,” I say in a polite voice that really sounds like something Cristal would say. I turn around and walk in his direction when I get to him he holds his hand out in the direction of the parking lot. “This way.” He says and we walk the rest of the way to a yellow jeep that is probably the coolest thing I have ever seen. He actually opens the door for me to get in, smiling at me before making his way around to the driver’s side.

“Breakfast? I could use some waffles.” He asks while sliding his seat belt into place.

“I'm really not dressed for breakfast, but thank you for the offer.” This makes him laugh.

“Not dressed for breakfast. Haven't heard that one before.” We ride in silence after I tell him where to drop me off. The town is still fairly quiet, it being 6:30 on a Sunday morning I really don't expect to see too many people out. Our apartment complex really isn't too far from his and it takes no time to get to my place.

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