Instead of looking chagrined, she beamed at him. “Wild? I like that. Wild!”

When the doors opened, he grabbed her by her elbow and eased her toward her room. When they were there, she looked at him expectantly. He dug in her purse for the key and opened the door. She stepped inside before turning back to him.

For one insane second, he had the impossible idea of simply following her inside, taking her in his arms and demonstrating what she’d been missing. He found himself wanting to kiss her and touch her and show her that an orgasm with someone else could be even better than one she had by herself.

The visuals shocked the hell out of him, but not nearly as much as the rush of need and hunger. Not just I want to get laid hunger, but a specific burn for the woman in front of him. What was up with that?

Before he could bolt, or figure out a way to go back in time forty minutes and not go into the bar, Ellen smiled, raised herself up on tiptoe, kissed him on the mouth, grabbed the key, then turned away.

“Night.”

As he tried to gather his senses and maybe pick his jaw up off the floor, she walked toward the bed, stepping out of her sandals.

She reached a hand behind her and began pulling down the zipper of her dress. Keith held in a yelp as he quickly stepped into the hallway and shut the door. As he made his way to his room, he wondered how everything had gone so incredibly wrong, so incredibly fast and what he was supposed to do now.

ten

Unity had not thought through her day with Thaddeus. Not the skydiving part—she’d gone onto the website and it looked fun and interesting. No, that would be easy—it was the being with a man thing that had her rattled.

She couldn’t figure out why Thaddeus had called her in the first place. Or what he was thinking. Or, honestly, remember what he looked like, which was why she was pacing and nervous before he’d even arrived.

She’d nearly canceled every hour since they set up the date, um, appointment. Each time she stopped herself. She knew that even though she was never going to get over Stuart, she needed to learn how to behave more normally. She needed to stop hiding and have something close to a life. This was the very first step.

Her doorbell rang right on time. Unity rubbed her hands up and down her jeans before pulling open the front door and staring at the man standing there.

He was tall, with dark hair and eyes, muscled, but lean and shockingly good-looking. Like better-looking than most humans. How could she not have remembered that? How had she not noticed in the first place?

He smiled. “Good morning.”

Okay, so it was him and not just some random stranger. “Thanks for the invitation.”