It was a one-night stand…sort of.
I’d never done the one-night stand thing before, but for once I broke my own rules. I threw caution to the wind and followed him home from the bar like a lost puppy. The two martinis I drank didn’t hurt either. I wanted to forget for one night. Forget my responsibilities as a single mom. I wanted to live life on the edge and explore the little bit of wild that existed inside me. Chase made me feel beautiful and desired. The words he whispered in my ear were downright filthy and the way he touched me was exquisite. Chase was sweet and funny and good-looking. There were possibilities. But when our tryst ended abruptly in disappointment, I tucked my tail between my legs, and returned to my carefully planned life. Women like me didn’t get to have men like him. I thought I’d never see the sexy tattoo artist again, so when I found him talking to my six-year-old daughter, my heart dropped to the floor.
I’d never been able to say no to gorgeous women. No strings and no commitments. Casual sex kept me happy. My heart had nothing to do with it. Once upon a time, I was in a serious, committed relationship. Until I messed it up. Since then, I continued with the revolving door of God’s most beautiful creatures. I’d been satisfied until an almost one-night stand had me wanting more. Maggie was witty and smart and unbelievably sexy. We hadn’t even gotten down to the dirty deed before she ran off in a flurry. She had a kid and there was no way I was ready for that. I barely functioned as an adult as it was and had no business being with a woman who had a daughter. But Maggie was completely unforgettable. I couldn’t get the fiery redhead out of my mind.
So, when a chance encounter brought us back together, I knew I needed another taste. Maybe it was just the Thrill of the Chase or maybe it was more.
One thing was for sure… we had unfinished business.