Page 7 of One Last Time?
“Okay,” she bubbled with a wide smile.
I left her and searched around the place as quickly as I could. It seemed like other people lived here, but the place was empty.
When I went back to the living room, I stopped short and froze in my tracks at the sight of a naked Taylor Cartwright standing in front of me.
The massive globes of her breasts bobbled and swayed as she leaned down to roll her panties down her legs.
Tight, pink nipples pointed at me, looking like they were begging to be sucked, and that gorgeous mass of hair of hers fell forward over her face.
When she saw me, she straightened, giving me the full view of goddess perfection, and the little minx smiled when she saw my reaction.
The little minx smiled and swiveled those panties around her forefinger.
“I’ll wait for you upstairs,” she cooed and tossed me the panties, which I actually caught.
She blew me a kiss, turned on her heel, and sauntered away through the archway. Having just been upstairs, I knew that wasn’t the way to up there. As to where she was heading to, I didn’t know.
What gave me an instant hard-on and had me pitching a tent was the view of her ass.
The view of her perfect ass was just as scenic as the front of her. I would have loved to indulge in both because the woman had the body of a goddess, the type made for serious sins that would land a man straight in hell. Or if you were me, jobless.
Yup. Dad would do it. He would fire my ass just like he’d threatened last year when he caught me in bed with his client’s daughter. He would fire me if I was dumb enough to make the same mistake twice. I would deserve it too because I was the one who’d promised him the company was in good hands and I could be just as good as Tommy.
Tommy, the perfect brother.
My perfect brother, who was the favorite to both my parents. I hated that I thought this, and it was a clash of thoughts and conflict of emotion that was happening at the worst time ever.
I would never speak my true feelings to my mother or father, but I was pretty certain they wished it were me who’d died in that car accident and not Tommy.
I was the kid who was the waste of space because I was so wild and reckless. No one knew what to do with me.
I’d promised my father I would be at Cartwright PR bright and early, nine o’clock sharp, where I’d meet with Peter and Taylor.
Tomorrow was going to be very interesting if Taylor remembered tonight.
It was going to be very interesting, indeed, because she’d remember that I never joined her upstairs.
Much as I wanted to.
I turned around and walked through the door.
Leaving.
Chapter 3
Taylor
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Aripple of giggles filtered into my mind.
I sighed and turned onto my side, and the harshness of cold leather brushed over my skin.
Cold leather…
I hated leather. What was it doing in my bed?
I tried to open my eyes, but a sharp pain lanced through my head.
