Free Opposites Attract by Michelle M. Pillow

heard the door open and close. Slowly, she peeked out. Sitting up, she grabbed the remote. Her stomach growled and she had a small headache. Flipping through the channels, she settled on an old melodrama to take her mind off her problems. It didn’t work. The couple was rich and lived in a house that only reminded her of everything she’d lost.
    Tossing the remote aside, she stared at the door. For the first time in what felt like a long time, she didn’t think too much about her financial problems. However, finding herself attracted to an arrogant tattoo man was definitely a problem all its own.

5
    Alexis opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was doughnuts on the round table. Blinking, she sat up. She didn’t remember falling asleep the night before. In fact, she didn’t remember Ethan coming back to the room the night before. She wondered where he slept. A small chill worked over her body, but she pushed it aside. Looking to his side of the bed, she saw that his pillow looked slept on. So he did spend the night by her, or at least part of it.
    Hearing the shower running, she tired to ignore the doughnuts and quickly got dressed before Ethan came out. The dress she wore the day before hadn’t been the most comfortable outfit for travelling so she decided on a V-neck, green-apple-coloured mesh shirt with an empire seam beneath the breasts. The shirt was two layers with a built-in lighter green camisole underneath.
    Her Joie jeans were made of vintage denim with little buttoned pockets in front and a button fly. They rode low, showing off just a peek of midriff when she walked, but not her panties. She hated when girls showed off their underwear. It seemed trashy. The black leather boots weren’t her top pick to go with the outfit, but she didn’t really have a choice. It wasn’t like she had her entire shoe collection with her any more to pick from.
    Taking a deep breath, she tried not to dwell in self-pity. Alexis Grant as a fighter. It was about time she remembered that.
    Ethan closed his eyes, letting the cool water of the shower hit his skin. He’d gone out the night before with Susan and Ted and they’d ended up drinking beer until about one in the morning. They’d gotten along rather well when Alexis wasn’t there to dampen the mood with her negative thinking. Then why in the world did he spend most of the night wishing she was there to liven things up?
    Ethan shook his head. Liven things up? Yeah, he had issues. He so needed help. Only a fool would wish Alexis to be with them.
    To make matters worse, he’d struck out for female companionship at the bar and grill they’d gone to, not that he’d been trying hard to find some. Alexis was asleep when they got back. The soft glow of the television illuminated her soft skin. Groaning, he remembered how her poor excuse for a nightgown had been pulled ever so slightly to the side exposing the curve of a small, ripe breast. To a drunken Ethan, that had been torture. He’d lain awake, staring at her nipple, thinking of all the ways he’d like to bring it to erection. The damn thing had taunted him until he was erect himself.
    Masturbating next to her in bed seemed a little uncouth so he did the next best thing he could think of. He tried to ‘walk it off’. He’d been the first on at the doughnut store that morning. The cool air did him some good because he’d finally managed to calm his raging hormones to a manageable level.
    When he got back to the room, Alexis was still asleep. Only this time, instead of a breast, her backside was exposed and he got an all too good look at her thong panties. Just thinking of her smooth butt, outlined by the soft morning light coming through the narrow slit in the floral curtains made his gut clench.
    Ethan stifled a groan and fisted his erection from underneath, letting the water help his hand glide over the length. He was mindful of the piercings he had along the top of his shaft as he stroked. The four little