Page 44 of Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)
I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. My hands shook, and I tried not to overthink the text messages, but that evil little voice in the back of my head kept telling me Blake would never want a woman like me.
The only thing I could think of was that I needed air. I needed to breathe and think this through.
Getting control of my emotions, I took a deep breath and stepped into the bathroom.
“Blake? I need to leave.”
He poked his head out of the glass shower. “What? Why?”
“I had an urgent message from a client. It’s best if I head on over to my office.”
“I thought you were closed today?”
With a shrug, I replied, “I’m not meeting him there, but his chart with all my notes is there. I’ll need it before I call him back.”
He stared at me, and I was positive he could tell I was lying. “Are you okay, princess?”
I nodded. “Yeah, sure. Um, thanks for . . .”
For what? The amazing sex? The hotel fuck? The friends-with-benefits hookup? What was this thing between us called?
“ . . . for the amazing afternoon. Talk soon.” Before he said anything, I headed to the door.
“Morgan! Morgan, wait!”
His voice sounded pleading, but I moved my feet faster and headed for the stairwell. Before the door shut, I could hear him behind me.
“Morgan! Stop!”
A few moments later my phone rang, and I looked to see Blake’s name. I declined it and then sent him a message.
Me: I need some time to myself.
He replied instantly.
Blake: I know you saw the text. It wasn’t meant like that, Morgan. Don’t run from me.
Me: I need time, Blake. Please just let me be for now.
Blake: Time for what? Why are you pushing me away?
Me: I’ll call you. See you soon.
No more text messages came after that. I sat down on a bench a few blocks from the hotel and covered my mouth, trying not to cry. I only wished I had someone to talk to. Someone to tell me what I was doing. Why was I freaking out? And why had I just pushed him away?
THE SOUND OF my keys hitting the table seemed to echo in my empty condo. After the damn week I’d had, I needed a drink.
The intercom buzzed, and I sighed as I answered it. “This better be good.”
“Hey, Blake, it’s Raine. Let me up, will you?”
I frowned. What in the hell is she doing here?
Raine and I had been friends in college. Once we graduated though, our friendship was strictly platonic. She was a good friend and someone who had been there for me a time or two when I needed to vent about things.
My finger hovered over the button before I closed my eyes and pushed it. A minute later the elevator doors dinged, and Raine walked around the corner and smiled at me.
Giving me a wink,
