Billie Bryant is a journalist that meets Chris Evans while on assignment. But what happens when their budding friendship takes a passionate turn and someone wants to be more than just friends??
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Billie awoke the next morning feeling drained. Her deep sleep congested her mind because she didn't recognize her surroundings. It wasn't until she shuffled her naked body under the covers that she remembered the night before. Everything happened so fast, but she considered it the best sex she ever had with the last person she least expected. She smiled and adjusted her eyes to the natural light that came in through the bedroom windows. She rolled over to the side of the bed, and saw it was empty. She then glanced at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was 8:30am.
"Where did he run off to so early?" She thought, because she knew Chris wasn't much of a morning person.
She stretched and climbed out of bed, where her clothes were neatly folded in a pile on the edge. She quickly got dressed and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She cringed at her reflection. She splashed water on her face, ran her fingers through her hair, and wiped the sleep from her eyes and mouth. She snagged a little of his mouthwash, and while rinsing she noticed the tiny welts on her neck.
She felt herself grinning again while thinking about how he ravaged her. It was the first time a man made her feel so vulnerable and desired at the same time. He took his time and knew exactly what her body needed. It was as if everything he said to her by the fire finally clicked, and that maybe she finally found someone that knew what she craved.
She tiptoed out of the bedroom and was jolted by the smell of coffee. She peered around the corner and could hear he was on the phone. She saw him standing in the living room wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. His hair and beard were a mess, and he was pacing back and forth with a stoic look on his face. The sheer sight of him made her heart skip a beat.
"Yeah, I just got your message. Sorry I didn't call yesterday but something else came up." Chris said.
He noticed Billie walking into the kitchen and he quickly wrapped up his phone call. When he hung up he seemed touchy, but she tried not read into it. She poured herself a cup of coffee and was surprised to feel his arms around her waist.
"Well good morning beautiful."
"Good morning." She turned to give him a hug but could feel he was tense. "Is everything okay?"
"Mmm-hmm." Chris mumbled and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
They stood in the kitchen surrounded by an offbeat energy. And at that moment she began to wonder how he felt about what happened. She tried not to think the worse, but he was acting cagy.
"Did I do something wrong?" Billie asked.
"No, I just got a lot of my mind."
She leaned against the counter and tried to gauge his body language. But he was aloof and a little detached.
"Do we need to talk about last night?" Billie asked.
