Determined to run away from her failed marriage, Cartier Davenport, finds herself escaping failure by secluding herself in a seaside village hidden away in the rolling hills of the English countryside.
Surrounded by her books, paints, and large over...
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"What have I done?" I grumble to myself forcibly peeling away my eyes from the incredibly hot but incredibly inappropriate sight outside my window.
Noah, is shirtless-- again, and I've steered clear of him all day after last night's serious lack of judgment. No, scratch that. 'Lack' would assume there was a tiny amount of judgment there, but there was none. It was plainly a train wreck.
I can blame the alcohol all I want and when I'm forced to face him today or tomorrow that is the card I will use. I can't deny that I was indeed drunk, but I felt the night turning into something other than an employee and an employer getting drinks. It was enchanting.
For once in my damn life, someone was actually interested in me. Genuinely interested.
The curiosity coming from him was intoxicating in itself. It wasn't like Anthony's empty questions. It was filled with genuinity.
He also made me laugh. It felt so good to laugh.
"I can't believe I'm such an idiot." I let out a long breath upset with the choices that led up to last night.
Obviously, I'm lonely. And I looked for someone to fill it with the first person I could find. My drunk mind was more than happy with his looks and that's it.
The butterflies and giddiness was all an illusion last night. Nothing about it was enchanting.
I snort a laugh, "Enchanting, what am I sixteen? Stupid." I gather the whicker basket of my damp sheets from my naked mattress then open the small linen closet next to my bedroom door.
I had said last night I'd give him bed sheets because he's sleeping like a homeless person, so I stand to my slippered toes and grab the neatly folded sheet set from the top shelf and set it ontop of my recently washed sheets.
I reach the door, then throw a glance over my shoulder at my chest of drawers and my makeup and perfume displayed on top.
I shouldn't care what I look like...But I do.
Crossing the room quickly I set the basket beside me and put a layer of mascara on then apply a red lipstick to my full naked lips. I give myself a forced smile and rub out the red that has marked my front tooth and laugh again at my expense. "I know what you're doing." I say speaking to my reflection.
The pretty Daisy perfume bottle sits there begging me to use it. I grab it and spray a mist onto my wrists then to go the extra mile I spray a few spritzes on the sheets I'm giving to Noah, cringing the second the scent falls to the sheets.
No one will know I want him to smell it while he's laying in bed at night.
Now I'm manipulating him, I've officially lost it.
I moan loudly and grab the basket from the floor then hurry downstairs and peek out of the kitchen window.
Noah has been cleaning up the mess he created and throwing everything into a trailer he rented.
