“Not really. Just waiting for you to come State-side and spend some time with me.” It had been too long for a long of things in my life it would seem.
“Let me check my calendar, and I’ll let you know. Maybe once Molly leaves, I can take few days to come over and touch base with some of our American investors.” I got out of the car and stretched. “Then we could classify our dickery as a business expense.”
“No clue how you classify dicks as an expense but use your own, buddy. I’m trying to use mine to woo the right woman into my life.”
“That’s your problem right there, buddy. It’s either your wallet or your heart they want at first. Start with the lure, then give them the bait.”
“That’s the worst analogy I’ve ever heard.” We shared a hearty laugh.
“Right, well, on that note… I’m off. Thanks for checking in.” I dropped the call and walked to the office with a bounce in my step. Where I felt nothing but rightness toward my long night with Molly, I knew anyone else would view it as wrong.
As rowdy as Logan had always been with women, he would be amongst the majority. Maybe it was best to keep the love-making part of the story to myself. Either way…I had to get Molly off of my mind. I had too much to do to fight against a rock-hard erection all day. That or my heart fluttering like a lovesick school boy. Both were disturbing on every level possible.
Chapter Twelve
Molly
Alfie was gone shortly before 8:00, and I’d gone back upstairs for a while. I wasn’t sure how I felt about everything, but I’d given him my word that I would stay, and I wasn’t straying from that. When I ventured down to the kitchen a little later that morning, I found a full pot of coffee along with a note.
Do some shopping today. It’ll make you feel better.
Alfie.
A grin tugged at my lips as I gazed down at the neatly scrawled handwritten note. Even if I still had my reservations about staying, especially after what had happened, the thought of shopping did cheer me up.
I still had time left in England that I could use up. Devon was a beautiful little town with unique shops that I had barely noticed the other day due to having drinks with Alfie.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I went back upstairs to shower and get ready before the rest of the staff arrived. They were pleasant people who seemed to enjoy working for Alfie. I never heard a malicious whisper behind his back.
I took the small black car Alfie agreed to let me use until I figured out what I was going to do. I frowned at the green acres that stretched out in front of me. I had no idea what I was going to do or where I was going to go.
In a matter of two weeks, I had gone from planning a wedding to calling one off, and then sleeping with my ex-fiancé’s former best friend. My head spun just thinking about the complicated mess my life was at the moment.
A light rain splattered on the windshield by the time I reached the outskirts of Devon. I found a parking spot in front of a quaint little bookstore on the corner of a wet gravel road. The smell of wet grass and bread baking filled my nose pleasantly when I stepped out of the car. While I loved the hustle of New York City, nothing could ever replace how peaceful it felt in Devon.
Peaceful was something I most certainly needed more of.
I walked along the sidewalks, occasionally strolling into a little shop to browse through at a leisurely pace. The cheerful conversation from the shop owners paired with the lazy and rainy day chased away the lingering apprehension I had in the back of my mind over what to do with the situation with Alfie. While he had insisted that I stay for free, I couldn’t get the night before out of my head.
A hot night filled with the best sex of my d
amn life.
I couldn’t help the wicked thought of rubbing that into Harry’s face. He had never been much of a man of foreplay or anything like that. There were only a few times that I could ever recall feeling close to an orgasm, but with Alfie, it had been almost instant. Every little grab, touch, and suck drove me over the edge to a sweet release. And part of the reason why I felt the need to pack up and leave was because, if I were being completely honest, I wanted another night. And another.
“Good morning, love.” An older woman with a white apron and her hair in a bun glanced up from the counter of the next stop I ventured into. “Not sure I’ve seen you around before. You visiting someone?” Her question was prying, but her voice was filled with warmth.
“Good morning.” I offered her a smile as I walked toward the counter. The bakery was filled with various pasties and homemade jams. I breathed in deeply and let out a content sigh. “I’m in town for a few weeks. I’m staying with Alfie—”
“Oh, I love that man.” Her voice filled the room around us. “He’s a great businessman and so good to us here in Devon. Are you family or a friend?” Her prying went deeper, it would seem.
I laughed. “Just a friend of a friend. He’s been very good to me, for sure.” I moved up to the counter and pointed to a loaf of white bread. “I’d love to get that country loaf.”
“You want it sliced, love?” She glanced beyond me as the bell behind me rang. Someone else had walked in, but not wanting to be rude, I kept my eyes on her. The downturn of her lips had me wondering who the hell it was.
“Sliced would be great.” I nodded and clasped my hands in front of me as a pretty blonde moved up to my right.
“Morning!” She bubbled enthusiasm, but the older woman wasn’t having it.