Abandoned to Lust (Erotic Romance Story), Book 2 (A Month of Pleasure) Read Online Free Page B

exhausted.”
    “I bet you are.”
    We ordered another round of coffees had easy chatter about the night before.
    “This feels great being with you again, I’m sorry I’ve been absent and a little touchy lately”
    Lex piped up.
    “You’ve had a lot going on, we get that, what you’ve decided to do takes a lot of courage, you’ve basically rebuilt your life to try and do things that would not have seemed the most logical thing for you to do, heck even your wardrobe has gone from drab to exciting, and girl that first night we took you to the beauty parlor, it looked like the first time you’d been in years”
     
    We all burst out laughing remembering that first night - “the makeover”
     
    I was listening and hearing the girls, but felt like there really was a part of my life that they would never know of, a part that actually did really feel natural and a part of me a part that I really really enjoy and wasn’t ready to give up.  I enjoyed being with Gerrard I loved his attention, but I enjoyed the casualness and naughtiness of George, something that I don’t think my wild party girl friends could get a grip of.
     
    I like how real friends can sort out their differences and move on, as though the tightness and frustration was non-existent between us.  I didn’t fess up about the gallery opening, things were just back to feeling so relaxed and normal.  I had to let this one slide and the way Tash spoke of the opening it was a great success and a fun evening so my presence wasn’t that sorely missed, or at least that’s what I told myself to make it seem okay to me.
     
    I felt this urgent need to get home to my sanctuary, have a shower and fall into bed, exhaustion had wrapped its tentacles around me like an octopus and I was feeling it hard to stay awake.
     
    “I  need to go home, I desperately need to get some sleep and get to the laundromat otherwise I may be turning up to my meeting in my PJ’s”
     
    We gave each other hugs and kisses and headed our own way to home, the rain had slowed to a drizzle and the wind died down so it wasn’t a fight to get downtown to my apartment. I have never felt so glad to get to the front door as I did this day. 
     
    I closed the door, slipped off Gerrard’s coat feeling a sense of peace, and then noticed that the number Gerrard had penned onto my hand had smudged off. How could I be so stupid as to not transcribe this straight away.
     
    My exhaustion overcame me and I burst into tears, I had completely convinced myself that I would never see this amazing beautiful kind man ever again, - how could I be so stupid! I was sobbing into my pillow, feeling completely exhausted, I needed time, space, I needed ….. I fell asleep.
     
    I woke up four hours later, still in the clothes I’d worn the night before, I slipped them off, jumped into the shower and felt refreshed, threw on some old sweat pants and top, my comfy clothes, the ones I wear when I’m not out to impress, the ones that feel and smell comfy, the ones you never want to be caught wearing but love wearing them all the same, just for you.
     
    I still felt a little low that I’d lost Gerrard’s number, I really did enjoy his company, both physically and mentally,  but there were more pressing issues to be dealt with, like, the laundromat.  I bundled my washing up and walked down to the corner service. 
     
    At times I like the mundaneness of life, you just don’t have to think and tasks get completed without any complication or effort.
     
    I was mindlessly flicking through a magazine that was weeks out of date, waiting for my first load of laundry to dry and the second to finish washing when I heard a familiar voice.
     
    “The people you bump into, at the laundromat” said with a smile.
    I looked up from my trashy mag  and there stood Gerrard, he too looking very dapper in old sweat pants and pullover.
    “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
    I’d blurted out, obviously he had no