The VIRGIN STRIPPER

23

****Dave Morgan*****

I stared at the document in my hand for a while then sighed. I thought being away from her was going to sort things. Why had it been drag after drag since the moment she disappeared on me at the cabin?

I remembered the peaceful look she had on her face when I woke up beside her. I'd wanted to explain the way I wanted things between us because I had long given up on games after everything that had happened.

I'd kissed her lightly on the lips and played with her hair for a moment before I went downstairs to make breakfast for the both of us.

Then afterwards everything turned chaotic. When I returned to wake her she was gone. The window was open and her phone lay unperturbed on the side table.

By the looks of things she'd left in a rush. I'd driven around town that day for almost half a day trying to figure out where she could have gone and for what reason.

When a text message from Harris assured me that she was fine at the end of the day, I decided to leave things the way they were between us.

No talks, no calls and no visits. I had even stopped myself from going to the club just so that we wouldn't run into each other.

I needed space to think and figure out what I wanted and I guessed she too needed time to cool off.

But even after three weeks of being away and doing everything not to run into her, the heavy emotions hadn't left my side since. I wanted to see her. To talk to her and at least know why she ran out on me.

For me three weeks should have done it, but with her it barely seemed like a day to get over everything.

"I see you've been thinking," a familiar voice teased and I smiled at the familiarity. "What about?" She asked and I sighed a little to collect my scattered thoughts.

"I didn't even hear you come in." I said quietly as I sat up straight in my seat.

"Happens when you think a lot." She beamed."I knew you were going to be crap after missing me so much so..." She rose her eyebrows as if waiting for me to catch on. I just stared and waited for her to go on. "Seriously?" She asked a bit annoyed and I just shrugged in response.

Narrowing her eyes she studied me for a moment before she seemed to pick out something. "Who is she?" She asked slowly.

"No one." I beamed at her. She was always so good at reading me.

"Women hate denial, Dee. So tell me or I'm asking Harris."

"It's no one really and if you want any excuse just to talk to Harris, with all due respect, please do." I teased her and her face paled. She knew my weaknesses and I knew hers.

The crush she had on Harris wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

"Anyway, I booked us some space at the club. I called Harris but he said he was busy." Her voice fell a little at the last statement but her eyes didn't show it.

"No clubs." I told her and she scoffed at me.

"I think you need a whole bar with the way you look. I am so not taking another no after I sat my ass in a plane for two hours just to visit you guys." She made an adorable pout at the end of her statement making me chuckle. "Coming?" She prompted and I smiled.