The One Night Stand

Chapter 6

  Two days, and dozens of text messages later, Cat decided to contact Tom. At first the messaging was cute, but soon she began to feel a sense of unease at his persistence. His attention was addictive. There was not going to be an easy way to give him up, even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't. She'd kept herself busy working on her new book, but her mind kept wandering to Tom Bell.

   She couldn't stop thinking about the musician. His musky scent, his lips, his magical tongue. She loved the taste of him. His sculpted chest, that 'v' shaped muscle just above his groin... Cat wanted to run her tongue all over his smooth body. Tom Bell was all she could think about.

  "You're a hard woman to contact Dr Stone." Cat smiled, just hearing his voice on the other end of the phone caused an ache between her legs. "I was wondering if you were ever going to call me back." Tom sounded breathless, she wondered what he was doing... and who he was doing it with... she instantly regretted calling him.

  "You sound busy, I'll call back later..." she said quickly, about to hang up the phone, feeling foolish. Of course he wasn't alone, that type of man never spent a single night alone.

  "No don't go, I was working out." His breath was becoming steadier by the second. Cat hated being suspicious. She was normally so composed, but when it came to Tom Bell, she felt like a kiddy school girl. She had to regain control of her senses before this dalliance ended up destroying her. "When can I see you?" He asked abruptly, knowing her silence on the other end was a sign she was reconsidering calling him.

  "I'll be in the city tomorrow, I have an early meeting and I thought we could meet for brunch?" She cringed, she hadn't intended to sound so pompous.

  "Do you want to come here for 'brunch' Cat?" His voice was so smooth and sexy , he wasn't even talking dirty to her but she felt the liquid heat between her legs.

"Ok, I'll message you when I'm done with my meeting." Cat said quietly, cursing her lack of self control.

  "I'll be waiting baby, hey..."

  "Yes?"

  "I missed you."

  She hung up the phone, and closed her eyes, picturing him sitting in his shabby hotel, his body sweaty after working out...if he really was working out...Stop it Cat, she told herself sternly.

  So what if Tom was with another woman. Clearly he wanted to see her. There was over a hundred text messages and a few dozen voice messages on her cell to prove he was keen. She made a conscious decision that if she was to keep seeing Tom, she would have to control her suspicion and jealousy. This fling was going to end, sooner rather than later, there was no way it could last. She'd make sure it didn't.

   Chemistry was all she and Tom had going for them, and when that faded, she would have some wonderful memories to keep her warm at night. Until then, she was going to grab the bull by the proverbial horns and ride it for her life.

  The next morning the meeting dragged on and on, Cat looked at her watch, it was already after ten. Her editor noticed her impatience and thankfully wrapped up the meeting. She caught a cab to the hotel, her knees trembling in anticipation. Cat was as nervous as though it was the first time. She breathed in, attempting to relieve the butterflies in her belly, after all, this time, she was the one who'd instigated their meeting.

  She groaned aloud. To Cat, calling Tom and agreeing to meet him was a sign of weakness. I really need to see my therapist, she thought. She missed her sessions with Trent, but she wasn't going to think about him today. Today was about her, she was being totally selfish, doing something for the fun of it. Cat checked her teeth for lipstick in the elevator, and smoothed the dress.