The Unexpected Series (Unexpected #1-3) (3 page)

As much as I hate to admit it, she
is
right...again. Robert controlled my every move. My last year of college was spent practically glued to his side. If I wanted to go out alone he was always threatening to break up with me. The trip to Cozumel was something Noelle and I had wanted to do since the end of last summer when a friend of ours talked about the amazing snorkeling adventures she’d had. There was no discussing it with Robert. He had said no. I’ve always wanted to do a lot of traveling and being a teacher allows me the time. Plus, I hadn’t done all that hard work paying off my student loans and never maxing out my credit cards for nothing! Screw him! I’ve decided I’m going, to spite him, even if only after the fact. This summer is going to be life changing. I can just feel it!

I still need to go and clean out my classroom so I wash my makeup off and prepare to get in the shower. Then, as if Robert leaving me wasn’t bad enough, I notice that I got my monthly visitor.

Damn it!

Well at least the cheating bastard didn’t get me pregnant.

~~

M
y life changing summer wasn’t off to a great start. I was planning to spend day one post breakup cleaning and packing up my room at school and ignoring Noelle after I arrived home. I know I said she was right, but the woman didn’t flinch when she charged a $550 flight and $400 for a hotel room, plus excursions, on my credit card. So if my share of the mortgage is a little late, well then that’s fine with me. I’ll just have to pay that off with my next check.

~~

O
n day three, I tell Noelle she had had me at “get your big girl panties on.” We laugh about the whole thing, and since it is the 1
^st
of June, I also take care of the trip expenses with my first summer paycheck.

~~

D
ay five I decide to collect all my belongings from Robert’s apartment. I haven’t heard from him, not that I expected to, and decide to let myself in using the key he gave me to gain entry. I walk in with Noelle at my side. Armed with her same “screw him” attitude it doesn’t take me long to get all of my things packed up and leave his key on the kitchen counter with a note saying I’ve been there and to continue on with no contact. A text came in later that day.

Robert: Came home to all of your stuff gone. I miss you Er-Bear. Let’s talk.

Me: Go to HELL!

Less than a week shouldn’t be enough time to get over such a long term relationship, but I knew it was done. I had given him a lot of my firsts but someone else was going to get my lasts...and my bests.

~~

O
ver the last week or so I have been lounging around the house reading a book, hitting up the beach to work on my tan and avoiding my mother’s calls. With no boyfriend and no job I am starting to get cabin fever and Noelle can tell.

“You’re like a dog,” she says. “I come home from work and you’re at the door ready to hump my leg and lick my face.” Noelle laughs as she walks back to her room, most likely putting her briefcase down exactly where she likes it.

She works as an event planner for a well-known establishment in town and it’s perfect for her. Her boss, Lisa, wouldn’t know what to do without Noelle. When Lisa forgets something or needs a task to be done Noelle is the one she turns to. She was once told she was Lisa’s better half and has been known to be mine. I’m sure part of it is her mad organizational skills, which I’m also sure stems from her being so precise about everything. It definitely keeps her very busy.

“That’s not nice, Noe,” I say following her into her room. Then, shaking my head, I realize
I am
acting like a dog. “I just miss you is all.”

“Go get dressed, Erin. We’re going out.”

Her voice carries out from her bathroom as she is taking her work clothes off and throwing them in her hamper.

“I don’t want...”

She comes out of the bathroom in her bra and panties and interrupts me by pinching my lips between her thumb and forefinger.

“Shut it! We need to go out, have some drinks and relax. I’ve let you mope long enough. It’s time to have some fun and maybe get laid! It’s been like three weeks for me.”

Three weeks is a long time for Noelle. She
STILL
rocks all the hot genes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and perky little breasts all perfectly put together on her five feet six athletic frame. I guess she’s earned it after countless spin classes.

“Fine! Pick out my clothes!” I say around her fingers, which are still pinching my mouth closed. I won’t try to deny her requests any longer. I do need to get out. The getting laid part though, not happening.

Two hours later I am staring at what can only be described as an illusion. I try to take pride in how I look, but Noelle has transformed me into an unrecognizable woman who even I would switch teams for. My short brown hair has been curled, and my bangs, which I’m trying to grow out, are braided to the side. The metallic gray eye shadow and black eyeliner on my lids makes my brown eyes pop and smolder. Now for some very red lips and lengthening mascara and I’m almost complete. The little black dress she chose for me hugs me in all the right places. It’s an A-line strapless pleated dress that lies across my mid thighs. Just short enough that I look sexy, but I can still bend over without flashing my lacy boy shorts. The whole outfit is finished off with silver wedge shoes that have a strap around the ankle. For the first time in a long time, I feel beautiful.

“You look hot, Erin. You are definitely going to get some tonight!” Noelle winks and pulls me out the front door.

“That isn’t happening,” I say letting her drag me into a waiting taxi cab.

M
cKinley’s is packed from wall to wall, and the dance floor looks like it’s one big orgy with sweaty bodies grinding on one another. The heat from outside seems like fall compared to the temperature inside. Thankful, in this sauna, for the small scrap of material that I call a dress, I push my way through the crowd and over to the bar where drunken patrons are waiting three and four people deep. Noelle and I decided on our earlier cab ride over that we would let it all go and just have fun. I hoped I had made it clear there would be absolutely no sexual encounters of any kind where I was concerned. She just raised an eyebrow at me.

“What’ll you have sweet thing?” I’m asked by the over confident mixologist after fifteen minutes of being groped by drunk people in line.

“Two shots of tequila and a couple of jack and Cokes,” Noelle calls from over my shoulder. It’s not difficult considering that even in three inch wedges she towers over my five feet three frame. I’m borderline vertically challenged.

Handing the forty dollars in cash over to Mr. Cocky she takes in my “what the hell” face. “What, Erin?” Noelle asks.

“I thought we were going to take it easy and just have a good time. I don’t want to get trashed in the first hour we are here,” I say as the bartender places the shots in front of us with our change. Noelle leaves the money on the bar and hands me my shot.

“We are! This is just to start us in the right direction.” Her glass meets mine with a clink. “To looking for Mr. Right while having fun with all the Mr. Wrongs!” She says as I roll my eyes.

~~

M
y body isn’t used to this much alcohol. The few glasses of wine I normally drink don’t have me in the middle of a dance “orgy” without remembering how I got there. Sweat is dripping down my neck and tickling the space between my breasts. After the third round of drinks, bought by three different men just wanting to get in my pants, I feel relaxed yet out of control. Noelle is nowhere to be found and in my drunken state, I’m not even the least bit concerned about it. The music has taken over my body, and I can feel myself letting go of all the stress and anxiety that Robert has caused me. I don’t care who is watching because at this moment, I feel like the sexiest person in here.

With my eyes closed I rub my hands along my hips all the way to my hair, pulling it off my neck into a makeshift ponytail. The beat of the music moves through me like an electric wave. When a cool puff of air passes over the back of my neck, it feels like water in the Sahara. Larger hands than I’ve ever felt before unexpectedly come around my waist and pull me back into a rock hard chest. My breathing becomes more ragged as the mystery man whispers in my ear.

“Are you hot, baby?” He asks his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

My senses are on high alert, and despite the fact that I haven’t a clue what he looks like, those four words turn me on instantly. If his voice can do that to me, I’d love to see what his enormous hands are capable of. Our bodies connect and sway to the music as his mouth continues to hover just above my shoulder causing tingles to radiate through my body. I can feel his lips grazing the crease of my neck and when he nips my skin, my knees go weak. My head falls back involuntarily giving him more access to continue his sensual assault. He smells delicious, and the soft suctioning kisses he places up my neck cause me to moan in anticipation. I have to see the man who is releasing all my inhibitions.

Reluctantly, I turn my heated body around feeling the loss of his soft lips, but what I’m rewarded with is a vision of godliness. Standing at what appears to be well over six feet tall is the most panty-dropping specimen that I have ever laid my eyes upon. I should have turned around sooner! His plain black t-shirt hugs every single slender muscle in his sexy ass arms. The faded blue jeans he wears are snug, even more so where his zipper lies, showing me how turned on he is. His dark brown hair is a styled mess; short on the sides but longer on the top. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to grab hold of it and tug. Hard. A grin flashes across his face, as if he’s read my mind, and I see a hint of just one dimple on the right side of his mouth. His green eyes appear hungry as they shamelessly take me in from my toes to my own starving eyes. I swallow hard and try to catch my breath.

“I thought you looked good from behind but damn if you don’t look heavenly from this angle,” he says loudly over the music.

He grabs both of my hands, circling them around his neck. With our height difference my forehead falls into his chest perfectly, as if we are two pieces of a puzzle. I try to control my breathing. The alcohol is coursing through my veins now. Freeing my hands from their hold, they find their way down and softly graze over his pecs and then the ripple of his abs. They falter as they come in contact with not a six pack but a ...1,2,3,... eight pack! I see his chest rising and falling rapidly. I think he must be as turned on by me as I am by him.
Impossible.

His hands caress my body as we dance. I feel heat gathering at my center and not from the dance floor. Robert never had this effect on me from barely a touch. If the setting was a bedroom and not a bar, I wouldn’t hesitate to strip this man down and do things to him Robert only dreamed I would do. His loss. Robert was wrong. I’m amazing in bed.

Maybe I’ve been going about this the wrong way. Why should I wait to be in love? Clearly that doesn’t seem to mean a damn thing. Why can’t I just ask this man to take me home and have his way with me? I can, but then I realize I’ve said nothing to the amazing masterpiece that is, from what I can feel, very well equipped.

Hazy thoughts run through my head about the first words I should say to him. Tell him my name. Ask him what he does. Anything but what actually leaves my tequila infused brain and comes out of my mouth. I stand on my tiptoes and say into his ear, “I caught my ex screwing his secretary from behind and he told me it was because I’m not adventurous enough in bed.”

Holy shit! I’m
way
too tipsy. My face burns with embarrassment and I am thankful for the dimly lit dance floor.

He looks at me like what I said makes no sense and runs his finger along my lips. “What’s your name, pretty girl?”

“Sally,” I blurt out. There is no way in hell he is getting my real name with
that
pick up line. Even if I am drunk.

“Sally, huh?” He asks in a way that makes me think he knows I’ve lied. “Well, “Sally”, my name is Walker. Would you like to come back to my hotel room and see what kind of adventures I can take you on?” His mouth is a breath away from mine.

I instinctively lean towards him, closing most of the distance between our lips. “Let's go,” I say before venturing a look into his eyes. They burn into me with an intensity I can feel down to my toes. I step back, steadying myself under his unwavering gaze. My hormones are on high alert, and I’m starting to feel like a one night stand is exactly what I need. This can be the new start of my life changing summer. With the alcohol still clouding my judgment, I grab his hand without hesitation and pull him through the throngs of people on the dance floor before I have time to sober up and bolt in the other direction.  

I barely stop as I pass Noelle on the way out. A confused look flashes across her face until she sees the man I am pulling behind me. Giving me the best friend nod of approval she motions with her fingers to text or call her and then turns back to the man who practically has his hands up her skirt.