Page 32 of Beautiful Distraction

Eventually, I shake my head and pull the covers over my face,groaning loudly.

Mandy left without telling me? And what the fuck did Kellanmean by putting on some clothes…or not? I thought I had made myself clear backin NYC that I wasn’t interested in him.

My impression of him seems to shift from one end of thespectrum to the next, just like my emotions shift from guilty awe to thedesperate need to hate him. He looks like a decent but sexy kind of guy when hejust smiles. But once he opens his mouth, every single thing that comes out ofit seems to irk me.

It’s like sex is the only thing he ever thinks about.

How the fuck can someone like him focus on work long enoughto make a living and drive the half a million car he does?

Okay, I’ll admit I Googled the price tag of his Lamborghini.

Judging from what I’ve seen so far, he’s filthy rich with afilthy mouth and even filthier morals.

I’ve never been around a guy like him.

Even though breakfast sounds like something I’m very much inneed of, the idea of being alone with him doesn’t seem too appealing. But if Iavoid him, he’ll think I’m doing it because he’s so sexy I can’t take it.

Which is kind of the truth.

I can’t take just how much he gets under my skin.

Obviously, this nonsense has to stop.

Mandy has to come back now.

Full stop.

Grabbing the phone from my night table, I dial her number,but the instant beep confirms I have no signal.

Crap!

I toss the phone onto the bed and jump up. Maybe Kellan willlet me use his landline to call her, which means I’ll have to join himdownstairs.

Clutching at my toothbrush and my makeup bag, I head for thebathroom down the hall. On my way there, I peer inside Mandy’s room. Her bag’sstill here; the contents of her suitcase are neatly stashed inside thewardrobe. I can’t believe she’s taken the time to unpack, as though she’s notplanning on leaving today, as per our agreement.

It still doesn’t make sense why she’d just leave withoutasking me to tag along.

Unless….

I freeze as the sudden realization hits me.

She left so I’d get to spend time alone with Kellan…and getrid of the cobwebs between my legs.

I know that because that’s exactly what someone like Mandywould do.

Obviously, I’ll have to tell my idiot best friend herattempt was in vain.

I won’t sleep with him. Full stop. I’m a woman who hasmorals, or at least someone who attempts to have morals.

As soon as I step in front of the mirror, I cringe.

My hair is a mess, and my eyes are swollen, framed by darkcircles.

I look like a ragdoll.

Kellan didn’t seem to mind much though.

He seems to want me,just as much as I want him. I just don’t have the faintest idea why.

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