Authors: Sigal Ehrlich
“Mierda!” He jolts to sit. “Shit, shit.” He jumps from the bed, his towel dropping to the floor, leaving him all bare and glorious before me. I try not to, but end up staring, of course. Who can really blame me? Some things were artfully crafted to be stared at.
“I'm going to miss my flight,” he murmurs, his fingers push through his hair as he looks around the room on edge. “Where are my clothes?” He finally addresses me, bringing me back from my momentary fixation on him. I shake my stalking off.
“Um, just a sec,” I say and head to get his clothes that are hung on the ropes on the back balcony. Not a second passes from the time he snatches the semi-wet pile from my hands till he starts shrugging them on, ridiculously hurried. Between buttoning his fly and shrugging on his shirt while almost losing his balance, he sends his thick metal watch a peep that results in a string of impressive swear words in Spanish. Something clicks in my head and I take a step back, fold my arms, and watch him. I have an urge to start clapping for the performance he is giving me. Best. Flitting-a-one-night-stand-excuse. Ever. The guy should quit his day job and pursue an acting career.
Buckling his belt, he finally lifts his mesmerizing dark eyes to acknowledge me. He takes a wide step to reach me, and before I realize what's going on, his hand cups the back of my neck and pulls me into one hell of a kiss. I gasp, and his mouth presses harder. I get sunk into the kiss until his lips gently release me, his hand still holding my neck. His breath mixes with mine as he says, “I'll be traveling on business for the next three days. I want to see you when I get back.” Another kiss and I watch the door as it closes after him.
Wow,
he is good
.
He is really good
. Not only has he managed to sneak away with no awkward, “Good-bye, hope to never see you again,” but he actually made it somehow look promising. Not to me, anyway â maybe it would have worked on some pathetic airhead.
It's not going to happen.
He didn't even bother to ask for my number. I roll my eyes; a smile laced with scorn forms on my lips as I head to rip the sheets he slept on off my bed and throw them in the washing machine. I can't even cross this one off my bucket list because I couldn't have even allowed myself to imagine what he just did to me in the shower or even to imagine just . . .
him
. Even if I tried hard, really hard . . . still a solid no.
And what the hell is a delivery boy doing going on a business trip anyway. God, what a player. But who really cares. I've started experiencing the goods this new country has to offer, which, after all, was the crux of my grand plan.
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Leaving Me Behind
By teen age, Sigal already lived in three different continents where she was lucky enough to experience and visit varied places, meet unique people, which only helped fuel her overly developed imagination. Currently, Sigal calls Estonia home where she lives with her husband and three kids.
Not exactly sure where they will end up next â¦
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