One night was all it took: Season one

The Truth

My mind will not let me caress this shampoo in my hair. Does she think she has something over me now? Am I going to continue to think about her like this? Is she renting a part of my mind now?

Anyways, getting her off my mind. I hope I have everything set up at the bar already. I hope Rya and her pale-looking ass have no plans to continue to screw her boyfriend in the utility closet either. Although I would probably still watch. Okay, now this is becoming an issue. I need to get my mind off of sex. I have never had such an urge for sex.

The soap slides out of my hand as I set it down. Leaning my body against the shower wall while the water trickles down on me creates a small, glowing excitement inside of me.

She stalked me. Found me. Screwed me. And then forced information out of me! I...I like her. She knows what she wants, and she takes it. She has me feeling like I matter. And I feel like I could or should be out of her standards. She should be going after women or men in California who fit her standards, whatever those may be.

My one hand turns the water off while my other hand reaches for the towel. Carefully, I slide out of the shower and head toward my closet. Again, I cannot keep her off my damn mind while simply walking into the bedroom and staring at the bed she and I occupied all night.

And she thinks she is slick!

I have had pretty strict rules throughout my life. I work my ass off for what I want. I am very independent, and I do not need a woman or a man. But she slides into my life and acts like she already owns me. Maybe my mind is overthinking. Maybe I am being crazy.

Looking at the clock while trying to slide my clothes on, I once again realize I am running late for work. Me running out of time is becoming more and more common. I quickly slide my socks on and rush out of my bedroom. The door slams behind me as I rush down the short hallway.

Hannah sitting in front of the TV with her popcorn bowl watching love stories is not a surprising thing to see. But this time she is eating potato chips and that is slightly surprising.

"Running late again?" She asks while digging her hand into a bag of potato chips.

She slides a potato chip in her mouth and crunches down on it. It creates a small hunger inside my stomach. My realization of needing food slaps me like a wet rag. I have not eaten since early yesterday.

I roll my eyes while trying to get out the front door. "Nope. I am running early to my job... which I show up to! You should try it sometime!"

Stepping out of my front door without looking causes me to run into a man's chest. I look up and see Derek standing there with his golden boy smile. The sun forms a halo around his very toned body.

"Lacey." He announces. "I am so sorry! I did not see you come out of your house it was so fast."

I bend down to pick up my keys. "It is fine! I am going to be late for work. I am assuming you are here to talk to me. Meet me at the bar."

The car door slams shut as I slide my seatbelt on and throw the car in reverse. I still have no clue why I do not leave a few minutes early and walk to get some form of exercise. It is two blocks away. But I know my lazy ass will not do that.

Derek stares at me with a confused look. He holds his arms up. "I walked! Can I at least get a ride to the bar? I will wait outside of it if I have to."

"Ugh!" I take a deep breath. "Yeah. Quickly! Get in!"

He puts his arms down and rushes over to the passenger side. I can see he seems a little embarrassed as he quickly slides into the car.