Page 15 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
She had no need to find another man when Zach was already doing such a fantastic job. They’d already accomplished three of the seven things on her list—wallbanger, oral sex, and woman on top. At this rate they’d be finished in less than a week. Unless she asked for a repeat of some stuff. Hehadoffered two weeks.
She stuffed her phone in her purse and rushed out of the bedroom. She didn’t want to think ahead like that. Too much good-girl behavior for her taste.
Ally wolf-whistled from the sofa, where she was watching a hospital drama that drove Carrie crazy with the medical inaccuracies. Geez, hire a consultant so the audience could have an honest authentic view of hospital work. “Sexy mama!” Ally hollered, waggling her eyebrows.
“Thank you! Heading to Zach’s.”
“You spending the night?”
Carrie halted. “Oh, I don’t know.”
“You did last time. Text me so I don’t worry if you don’t come home.”
“I’m sorry. Did you worry last time?”
Ally waved that away. “Yes, I worried, but then I figured you were so overdue, you probably pulled an all-nighter.”
Carrie hesitated. Now this was awkward. She didn’t want Ally to worry, but she didn’t know if she’d pull another all-nighter or if she’d finish and be ready to go. This fling stuff was so complicated. Finally she just decided not to worry Ally. “I’m spending the night. Don’t wait up.” If she came home early, no big.
“Have fun and don’t tell me about it.” Ally returned her attention to the TV. “It’s too depressing with my drought situation.”
“Ally.”
“La-la-la, can’t hear you.”
“Bye.”
She stepped outside and the door next door popped open. Great. It was her eighty-year-old neighbor Larry, aka the lucky accidental recipient of her very explicit sex list. His white hair was neatly combed and he wore a red silk robe loosely belted with an abundance of white chest hair showing. His legs were scrawny and bare. “Hello, Larry. How’re you?”
“Wonderful!” He smiled widely and stepped out to the outdoor hallway. It was a warm August night, so she didn’t mention he should put some clothes on. He tucked a thumb into his robe pocket, jutting one hip in a casual male-model pose.If only.“Nice night. Going to meet a fellow?”
“Just meeting a friend. Bye!”
“You know, Carrie, sometimes the young men of today—”
“Good night!” she exclaimed loud enough to drown him out. She made her escape, rushing down the stairs and to her car. She’d have to move to ever get over the awkwardness with Larry.
She made the short drive to Zach’s place, not wanting to walk the three blocks in heels in the dark. She parked on the street and made her way to the front door, putting a little swing into her hips in an attempt to get past elderly flirting and back into her womanly mojo.
She rang the bell and waited. A few moments later it swung open and her mouth went dry, her heart pounding.
Zach stood there looking impossibly sexy in a gray T-shirt that stretched tight across wide shoulders, faded blue jeans, and bare feet. But it was his eyes that held her in thrall, filled with a dark hunger that made her feel both desired and nervous. Like he was about to pounce on her.
“Hi,” she said much too loudly.
One corner of his mouth curled up in a small smile. His voice was gravelly. “Come in.”
She took a quick breath and stepped inside on wobbly legs.
He watched her with hooded eyes. She clasped her icy hands together. Why was she suddenly so nervous? Then she realized she was stone-cold sober. Never mind that she was sober the morning after their first time together. That had felt more natural and relaxed somehow. Shifting from work to the encounter with Larry to hot sex wasn’t as easy as she’d hoped.
“You, uh, have any wine?” she asked, heading toward the sofa.
“No.”
She set her purse on the floor next to the sofa and sat.
He stood, still a distance away. “You change your mind about your list?”
