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Chapter 3- Lexie

My nightshirt slid over my head as I stared into piercing blue eyes. Initially, his caress was gentle but became seductive and insistent; the more aggressive his touch, the more I craved. He sighed softly in my ear as his hand slid over my stomach and under my lace panties. Elevating my hips to greet his touch our mouths collided. I embraced his shoulders, pulling him close, only to awake to nothing.

The faint humming of a lawnmower awoke me from my climatic dream. I was alone, staring at the gold specs on my bedroom ceiling, trying to comprehend the most realistic dream I had ever envisioned, better than any real experience.

The cool breeze from the window rejuvenated me as I hopped out of bed to notice it was 10 o'clock. I hadn't intended to sleep in, but last night's drinks changed my plans for an early start. Stumbling down the stairs, I found Kate and two men carrying my boxes.

"Good morning Lexie. I hope we didn't wake you," Kate said with a discreet look. "I felt bad keeping you out last night. When these guys showed up, I grabbed them and asked for some help."

Suddenly, the fog in my head dissipated as I stared into the blue eyes of the man from my arousing dream. Dressed in a pair of gray running shorts and a white t-shirt it was hard not to notice his biceps bulging from the weight of the nightstand in his arms, and my sunglasses hung from the collar of his shirt.

I wanted to thank him for the best sex I had ever had but remembered it wasn't true. The truth was, I had run out of the bar when he called my name. I wanted to apologize for the rude behavior but could only smile with the memory of my dream.

"Good morning, Lexie," Chris grinned as if he knew my thoughts.

I glanced in Kate's direction while she nonchalantly nodded in my direction. I realized Chris's sly grin was caused by my transparent nightshirt with no bra.

"Good morning," I mumbled, crossing my arms to cover any body parts, and darted into the kitchen to hide my transparent nightgown.

"My head is pounding," I grumbled as I opened the fridge looking for a cold drink to soothe the vodka hangover.

"Try some pickle juice. It's great for a hangover," Chris suggested peering over the top of the door. 

I chuckled at the joke but gazed into his face to see if he was serious. "I don't think we have any," I replied.

"Sure you do. I see a jar from here."

"You can't be serious. You mean to drink the vinegar water from a jar of pickles?"

"Yes, it is called pickle juice," he said sarcastically. "I'll show you."

He moved me aside while lifting me onto the countertop. "Stay put," he said while pouring a glass of green water. Standing directly in front of me, he moved my knees apart and slid between them.

 His thumb rubbed against the side of my thigh as he softly directed, "Drink as much as you can."

I could barely breathe as I looked at the rugged features of his face. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead, tempting me to wipe it from his brow with my thin nightshirt. Under his spell, I took the glass from his hand and did exactly as I was told.

His thumb gingerly pressed against my thigh, coaxing me as my lips touched the glass. I leaned into his touch, inviting his finger to continue up my leg. Slowly I swallowed the salty, green liquid; not breaking eye contact. Unable to speak, I licked my lips and handed him the empty glass. His fingers lingered momentarily on mine while removing it from my hand.

He grinned and whispered in my ear for no one else to hear. "Do I still frighten you?"

My breasts rubbed against his shirt, begging for attention. Breathless, I peered into the depths of his eyes as my body trembled. I could only shake my head no.