Okay, please don't be angry with me. I know its been forever since I last updated. I'm trying to do better. Its just really hard now-a-days with school and trying to have a social life, but I'm not going to bore you with the details. So without further a due…here is chapter eight of Heat. Please, pretty please review .
What had she done?
Gabriella cradled her knees against her chest as she stared out the window of her living room. Her big, comfy chair wrapped around her as she rocked back and forth, remembering the handsome stranger and the events that had just taken place.
She sucked in a breath. How could she have been so unrestrained? She didn't even know his name. But some how it made the whole situation hotter. She had to admit, it was extremely sexy stripping off her clothes in front of him, watching his eyes darken with desire. Then he pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscle-ridged abdomen. Her fingers tensed at the memory.
Her stomach churned. Sex with a total stranger. She couldn't believe she had done such a thing. What would people say if they knew?
The memory still haunted her. The feeling of his long, hard dick sliding inside her still made her hot. A hot, hard stranger thrusting into her. The phone rang, waking her out of her dream. "Hello?" her voice came out hoarse. "Gabi? You okay?" it was Clay's voice. ( I know I haven't mentioned Clay before but he's Gabi ex-boyfriend, I'm throwing him in now because from this point on he's going to be in and out of the story).
Gabriella's stomach clenched and a wave of guilt washed ran through her. She felt like she had been caught doing something wrong. She hadn't cheated on him. She had broken up with Clay two months ago. She breathed in deeply. "Clay. Hi. I'm fine. How's New York?"
He had been offered a six month contract in New York just before they broke up. Her heart ached as she picked up a brass clocked that once belonged to Clay's father. She had let him keep her stuff at her place until he got back and found a place of his own. Unfortunately, having his stuff around was constantly reminding her of him.
She put the clock down. "Mom's happy to have me here, and I had dinner with Sylvia and her husband last Sunday," he said. Gabriella's heart hurt hearing about his family. It reminded her of how much she missed him, and how much she loved him. "That's great." "Yeah." She could hear the implied, But I'd rather be there with you. But of course Clay would never say something like that. He wasn't the type. She could tell by the tone that he wasn't happy with the breakup, and she hoped he wasn't calling to change her mind. 'Are you still going to take the Karma Sutra course next week?" ( For those of you that don't know what Karma Sutra is, it's a sex class). She glanced at the catalog that was laying on her dinning room table. " I don't know." " You should think about it, it might be good for you." "I don't think I'd want to do it alone." "Would it help or hurt to tell you I'm still willing to go?"
She paused. She really didn't see the point of him driving all the way down here just to attend a class. "I'll arrange to get a refund and send it to you," she said.
"I don't care about that. I care about you." Her chest tightened at his words. It was the closest he'd ever come to saying the L word.
And there it is! I really hope you liked it. I spent most of the afternoon writing it, I know it's not as exciting as the chapters before but I think I did a really good job. So read and review and review some more. Oh and let me know what you think.
-Ana