Page 22 of Legacy
When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was one of the club girls.
“Candice.” I caught the redhead’s wrist easily. She looked nothing like Kate, but the hair was similar. She would do.
Hell, any of the club girls would do.
“Legacy?”
“Come with me.” I pulled her after me as I slipped into the confines of the clubhouse.
I needed to get over what I felt for Kate. And if that meant fucking my way through London, then so be it.
We didn’t even get to my room. Pushing her against the wall, I cupped her face in my hands. My eyes closed. But I didn’t kiss her lips. Instead, I put my mouth to her long, slender neck.
“Need your lips elsewhere.” I nipped at her ear, breathing in the smell of her hair, her skin. With my eyes closed, it was easy to imagine she was Kate, but she smelt different and it twisted my gut. Her perfume was stronger, more masculine.
Still…
“You want me to suck your dick, baby?” Candice crooned in her most seductive voice. I wanted to tell her to shut up and stop talking. Her voice broke the spell completely.
As long as she kept quiet, I could pretend she was someone else.
“Yes.” Changing our positions, I leaned back against the wall and pushed down on her shoulders until she fell to her knees before me. Her greedy little hands were already working on my belt. “Yes, suck my dick, Kate.”
I froze.
Kate. I had said, Kate.
“Fuck.” I banged my head against the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“It’s okay, baby. I don’t mind. You can call me whatever you want.”
“No.” Catching her up under the arms, I lifted her to her feet. “I can’t. Go back to the party, Candice.”
“But—”
“No buts. I just want to be alone.” Without waiting to see her leave, I walked away again. I needed to be alone. I hadn't lied about that.
Yet alone time and a shower weren’t going to rid me of the truth.
Because I had said Kate's name.
It was official.
I was totally gone for my best friend's widow.
***
The shower helped. I stayed under the spray for a long time. Even when the water got icy, I stayed there, leaning against the cold tile.
I was in love with Kate. And I wasn’t sure when it had started.
I had always liked her. We had been friends. Hell, I had stood up and been Paul’s best man when he had married her. On that day I smiled and wished them a long and happy life.
Had I been lying?
Had I felt something for her even then? Something that wasn’t friendship?
Groaning, I turned the shower off. Reaching for a towel, I rubbed it against my hair instead of wrapping it around my waist. This was my bathroom, attached to my private room, so I could walk around naked all day and night if I wanted to.
