Page 27 of Blind Date
She turned, slipped into her heels, and grabbed her purse. We took the elevator back down, and I walked her to the door.
“Enjoy your day,” I said.
“You too.” She walked out.
I sighed as I closed the front door.
“What the hell is going on?” Finn said. “You weren’t supposed to sleep with her. Why the hell did you bring her back here last night?”
“I asked, and she said yes. It was one hundred percent mutual. Give me about twenty minutes to shower and get dressed. Go make yourself some coffee and relax. And do me a favor and text Ben to pick us up.”
As I stood in the shower and let the hot water beat down my back, I thought about her, last night, and this morning. My cock was getting hard just thinking about it. I never spent this much time thinking about a woman. They’d leave, I’d forget, and go on with my day. But somehow,I knew Samantha Hollis would be impossible to forget.
“I still can’t believe you fucked her.” Finn shook his head as we stood on the golf course. “You better not let anyone at the office find out. Especially Kylie and your grandmother.”
“They won’t. And it won’t happen again.”
“Are you sure about that? You seem different today.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know. You seem happy.” His brow furrowed.
“And you seem crazy. She was a one-night thing. She’s a high school English teacher, for God’s sake. She isn’t my type.”
My phone pinged. Pulling it from my pocket, I saw that Kylie had sent me a link to a Page Six article. Tapping on it, the picture of Samantha and me from last night loaded with the headline:
From Charity Auction to Candlelight Dinner. Weston Castile and Auction Winner, Samantha Hollis, Turn Heads.
“Wow. Great pic,” Finn said, standing over my shoulder. “The board will be happy.”
“Fuck the board,” I said, placing my phone in my pocket.
After we finished golfing, we went inside the country club and feasted on the buffet lunch they provided. After filling my plate with delicious food, I headed over to a table where Finn was already seated.
“So, I have a question,” he said.
“What’s your question?”
“Do you want to see Samantha again?”
“No. I don’t. I already told you that seeing her isn’t a good idea. She’s an English teacher, and she has a sixteen-year-old daughter.”
“Wait. What?!” He exclaimed. “She has a teenage daughter? How the fuck old is she?”
“Thirty-two.”
“So she had the kid at sixteen? Shit.”
“Exactly. When the kid’s father found out Samantha was pregnant, he joined the military and disappeared. Besides, Samatha is still, as she put it, ‘grieving’ over her relationship with a guy from six months ago. He cheated on her.”
“And you swooped in and made her forget about her cheating ex?” he smirked.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He chuckled, picking up his drink.
“I don’t need that kind of drama in my life.”
