Free Yours Book 1: Losing My Innocence by Blue Saffire Page A

beautiful Kim, what would he want with me,” I sob.
    “Soph, there are a number of things wrong with what you just said, but I still think you should call him. Jillian may be beautiful, but she is a lot of other things as well, and being involved with Nick, I don’t believe is one of them.”
    “Luke is right, I should just stay away from him,” I sniffle.
    “Well…I understand why Luke believes that, but Luke is one to talk. I told you before, it may not be what you expect, but it is for you to decide if it is for you, it may be good for you.”
    “Whatever it is, I won’t be finding out now anyway. I refuse to show up at some restaurant and be stood up or worst find him there with her.”
    “I think this is a bad idea, and I think… no, I know he is going to be pissed. You should at least call him.”
    “Who’s side are you on anyway?” I pout throwing a pillow at her as I swipe at a few stray tears.
    “Always yours,” Kimmie smiles sadly. “I just want to see you happy.”
    “I’ll be okay. I will walk in there tomorrow like nothing happened, do my job and when I am done, I will go home like everyone else.”
    Kimmie sighs and gives me a weak smile looking like she is fighting her hardest to hold in the rest of what she wants to say. I stand and go to give her a hug. It is great just to have someone listen. I know she just wants to see me happy, but I have made up my mind I will not be made a fool of.
    “I’m going to take a shower and lay down. Maybe we can order some Thai later and watch a movie,” I offer.
    “Sure, I’ll be here,” Kimmie smiles.
    I go to my room feeling a little better, being all cried out and having talked to Kimmie. It still hurts really bad to be made a fool of, but I have been through worse. I will get over this. I will just stay in my league if I ever do think about dating again.
    I strip out of my clothes and make my way into the shower to wash the day away. Using the hottest water I can stand to wash Nicholas Lincoln out of my system. As I scrub at my skin, my hand grazes the butterfly around my neck and I make mental note that it is definitely coming off and being returned.
    Once my skin is almost raw and I feel drained I step from the shower and wrap in a towel, letting my heavy hair drip down my back. I look in the mirror to see how puffy my eyes are as I pull moisturizer and a brush through my hair. I look a mess. I sigh, giving up on my hair that has needed attention since this morning and walking back into my bedroom.
    I yelp as I lift my head and jump clear in the air reaching to tighten my towel. Nick is here in my room, just staring at me. His face is hard and he is standing stock still.
    His tie is loosened; his suit jacket is tossed over the armed chair in the corner of my room. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled to his elbows and he looks as if his hands have had several passes through his hair. His eyes travel the length of me and he licks his bottom lip as he passes his hand through his hair yet again as if reigning in control.
    “Wh-what are you doing here?” I stutter. “How did you get in here?”
    “The questions here should be why are you here? Why have I been waiting for you to join me for dinner when you obviously intended to stand me up?” Is his reply in a deadly quiet tone.
    “I would like you to leave, please,” I manage in almost a whisper.
    Instead of collecting his jacket and walking out he stalks over to me, getting so close I can taste the current coming off of him. He places one hand on my waist and the other in my damp hair. I want to pull away, I really do, but my body is only obeying his commands.
    “I think you should go. You don’t have to worry. I will still come to work in the morning,” I breathe.
    “I. Only. Want. You,” he growls before covering my mouth with his, seeming to have lost some of his carefully constructed control.
    I have never been kissed before, but I am sure this is one of the hottest kisses ever given.