THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Chapter 5

When Becky woke up the following morning, it took her a few seconds to figure out where she was.

Her eyelids didn't seem to want to work properly, as her eyelashes were stuck together with heavy mascara. She rubbed them with her fingers, then blinked them open, her vision blurring as a speck of mascara flaked into one eye.

It watered, she blinked, and the first thing she focused on, in the early morning winter sunlight streaming in the den window, was the glittery purple domino mask on the coffee table by the leather couch.

A mask.....

The events of the previous night didn't come back to her until she glanced over and saw Freen asleep. The puffy down quilt that had been over both of them had migrated down to where it barely covered Freen's hips.

Becky blinked, stared at Freen, and remembered....all of it. In excruciating  detail.

Yikes!

She blinked again.

The wedding. Today. Oh my god.

She had to get away. She had to get out of this house before Freen woke up and started asking all sorts of questions that she had no answer for.

Like the million-dollar one: What had she been thinking?

She wasn't the sort of girl who threw caution to the wind- at least not sexually. And Becky had the feeling that Freen was not the sort of woman whose normal companions were as totally inexperienced as she was.

Well, as she'd been. Before last night. Before Freen had come into her life.

She glanced around, found her black satin underpants and reached for them. As she slipped into them and found her bra, Becky knew she couldn't blame Freen for what had happened between them. She'd been a gentlewoman, and she'd been the one who had dared her, then later that night double-dared her, and then......

Becky bit her lip against the groan that threatened to escape, fastened her bra, and reached for her boots.

'Oh, and one other little detail. Where are my clothes?' 'Out in the family room, with the rest of the guys.'

She could only hope they were all passed out.

She had her second boot zipped up and was about to stand, when Freen stretched, mumbled something, then turned towards her and gently grasped her upper arm with her hand.

"Mon....." Freen muttered.

'She doesn't even know my real name.'

For some reason, this bothered her. Oh, she was never going to see this woman again once Lookkaew's wedding was over, and Becky knew she'd never let on that she'd had wild sex with her. But it bothered her that she'd never hear that sexy, smoky voice say her real name. For just a moment she felt incredibly guilty over her deception.

"Hey, Freen," She whispered. She leaned down and, on a sudden impulse, kissed her cheek, then those lips, those lips that had done such wild, sexy things to her last night.

Freen smiled, such a sweetly satisfied smile that her heart threatened to turn over in her chest.

"Mon," Freen whispered again. "Dance for me....."

And then she drifted off to sleep.

Well. This chapter of her life was over. The wedding, the reception, then a quick hop, skip, and a jump to O'Hare Airport, and she'd never see Freen again.

Becky hesitated, finding that leaving this woman was harder than she'd thought. The truth, she was discovering, was that she was just plain lousy at one-night stands. She didn't like the morning after. They'd been so close, and now she had to leave her.