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start. He said he was legal, but she hadn’t checked his ID. What if he was terrible in bed? Her own I told you so’s would be monumental. There was only a microscopic chance this would all work out. That was more of a chance than she’d had in a while, so leaping first with the aid of hard alcohol was making the choice for her.
    With a laugh, he started walking them to the entrance.
    “I sent a message to the motel owner. There is a key waiting that I’ll grab. I didn’t want you to get embarrassed waiting to check in.”
    Damn, that was thoughtful. “Thanks. I hadn’t really thought about that.”
    “No problem. I’ll be two seconds,” he assured her.
    “You know the motel owner?” She couldn’t help but ask. Did he do this often? Pick up older women in the bar and tag them in the motel? Eww, that was not cool.
    “I used to go to school with the owner’s son. He works there now covering the night shifts,” he explained.
    Phew, that was a relief. Buddies with the motel guy—that wasn’t so bad.
    They walked out into the crisp night air. The trees and mountains surrounding the little town of Apex made the nights cool no matter how warm the day had been. The scent of pine trees and moss were a constant there. Becca took in a deep lungful of the cleansing scent and felt a tiny bit of soberness creep in from the extra oxygen.
    She was being pulled along at a fair clip like Angel was in a hurry or something. That was flattering too. Becca was starting to think she was easily impressed.
    Logic told her she was being rushed to a motel in the dark from a bar where she had imbibed way too much alcohol. Her pussy, that had gotten revved up on the dance floor, was telling her to not blow this opportunity. They could have an evening that would at least be better than nothing. Becca hadn’t had a good orgasm that wasn’t self-induced in almost two years. Even then her ex had been a hit or miss kind of guy when it came to that. At the end of their relationship, she was faking it most of the time. Sneaking off to the bathroom to finish herself off while he snored in the middle of her bed.
    Something told her Angel wasn’t the kind of guy that would leave her hanging. He had more than one condom, and she really hoped he was trying to set some kind of new record.

Chapter 5
    A ngel walked her across the parking lot to the end of the line of motel doors. The motel was a standard L-shape layout. It had an office at one end and with room doors facing the parking lot. It was freshly painted and didn’t look scary or like something out of a bad movie. Becca knew that come peak tourist season it was booked out in advance since it was so close to a number of hiking trails in the area.
    Stopping in front of room ten, the light by the top of the doorframe cast a shadow over Angel’s face, leaving just his sexy mouth highlighted. Becca looked to the parking lot and cleared her throat. The fresh air was having a sobering effect, and she was starting to get nervous.
    “I’ll go get the key. You’re going to be here when I get back, aren’t you?”
    “Uh-huh, sure I am,” she said, her voice wavering a bit. She hadn’t really thought of leaving, but there was no way she could live with herself running out on this guy and skittering off into the dark. That was not her, besides, there was still potential for this to be fun and drunk Becca still had control of her limbs.
    Instead of Angel turning his back and heading towards the office, he put both hands on her hips and pushed her up against the door.
    Becca gasped and stared at his throat.
    “I swear, you wait for me, and I will make it worth your while.” The low husky voice promised her dark and delicious things.
    Angel leaned in, and Becca closed her eyes the minute she realized he was going to make contact. The gasp as their lips touched allowed him to apply enough pressure to have Becca opening her mouth under his. His tongue swept in and fucking devastated any