Sweet Seduction

by Anthology

  “I’m not that drunk. I know who you are.” He reached out and pushed a tendril of hair off her face. “I know who I want to kiss.”

  She tried to duck out of the way, but her reflexes were dull. He pressed his lips to hers and slid a hand around the back of her neck. Her whole body tensed. She had always thought Gray was cute, but she didn’t want this, not her sister’s boyfriend.

  She shoved her hands against him and broke from the lip lock. “Seriously, what the hell?”

  He smiled his charming smile.

  “I know you like me, Aubs. And you and I are way more alike than me and Ash.” He pointed at her, his finger wavering. “You and I know how to have fun.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Have you lost your mind? You’re dating my sister.”

  “So?”

  She threw her hands in the air. “Oh my god. You are such a tool.” She stepped around him and stalked toward the parking lot, swaying slightly.

  She arrived at the car, huffing and puffing. She didn’t have the keys, so she sat on the hood, arms crossed, fuming. What was she supposed to do now? Tell Ashley her boyfriend had kissed her? Her sister would be devastated.

  But Aubrey couldn’t let Grayson get away with it either. She tipped her head back, staring at the stars. The pinpoints of light swirled against the inky sky. She grimaced. Maybe she was drunker than she thought. She rubbed her hands across her face.

  “Hey, girlie girl,” Ashley said, as she bounded over hand in hand with Grayson. “Are you ready to go?”

  Grayson kissed the top of Ashley’s head and smiled at Aubrey. Aubrey wanted to punch him in his smug face. Her whole body quivered with anger.

  “You’re cold?” her sister asked, apparently mistaking Aubrey’s shiver. She turned to Gray. “Give her your jacket. She’s got goose bumps.”

  He smirked and slipped out of his letterman’s jacket. Of course, he couldn’t just hand it to her. He sauntered over and helped her into it. Always the gentleman. At least in front of everyone else.

  He whispered, slurring his words ever so slightly, “It looks good on you.”

  She gave him a deathly glare and slid off the hood of the car. “You shouldn’t drive. You’re hammered.”

  He snorted. “I’m fine. And I’m definitely not letting you drive my car. You’re not a good driver sober.”

  Aubrey turned to her sister. “Can you drive?”

  Ash frowned. “I don’t want to drive. I had too much. Gray’s fine. I’ve seen him drive on way more drinks than this. Plus, it’s not that far.”

  Aubrey’s stomach knotted. She knew she couldn’t drive in her current state. But she also couldn’t call her parents. They would kill her if they saw the two of them in this condition. And the whole thing had been her idea, not Ashley’s. She would get blamed, no doubt.

  She eyed Gray, who was walking the parking lot line as if it were a balance beam to prove his stated sobriety. He only missed one step. He jumped to the end of the line. “Ha! See. Sober as a judge.”

  Ash smiled.

  Aubrey shook her head.

  “Well, if you don’t want a ride with me, then good luck finding another one because I need to get going. I can’t miss my morning class. I have a test.”

  Aubrey’s gaze scanned the strangers climbing into their cars around them and sighed. She didn’t have another way home. She shoved her hands in the pockets of Gray’s jacket. “Fine, but go slow. I’d like to live past sixteen.”

  She climbed into the backseat so that the lovebirds could sit in the front and make googly eyes at each other. Normally, Aubrey could tolerate their sickeningly sweet affection, but after Gray’s kiss, the whole thing made her head hurt. She slouched in her seat and stared out the window.

  After a few minutes, Aubrey’s shoulders relaxed and her internal chill subsided. The couple had grown quiet, and Grayson seemed to be handling the roads fine. She slipped her arms out of the letterman jacket and tossed it onto the seat beside her. Soon, they would be home, where she could lock herself in her room and decide how she was going to break the bad news to her sister. She would definitely wait until morning to say anything. She needed to be clear-headed for that kind of conversation.

  Aubrey scooted toward the front seat to see ahead. Gray cruised down the deserted River Road at a steady clip. The stretch in front of them was impossibly dark, the only illumination coming from their headlights and the occasional porch light of one of the small houses that lined the left side of the road. On the right was the looming slant of earthen levee that hid the Mississippi River behind it.

  Her eyes followed the gold double lines at the center of the road. Their glow mesmerized her as she watched them curve and straighten in front of the car. Straight. Curved. Straight. Her eyelids drooped, begging for sleep. Then, as if materializing out of nowhere, a ghostly flash of light filled the road.

  A stunned Golden Retriever in the wash of headlights.

  “Watch out!”

  “Oh, God.”

  Gray slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel to the left, but the tires couldn’t grab the slick road. The car went into a spin, sending blurred images flying past the windows, and careened into an ancient oak that hung over the street. Breaking glass, the smell of burning oil, and screams filled the car. Aubrey’s head hit the side window and she blacked out.

  When she opened her eyes again, Gray was leaning over her, his face bloodied.

  “Oh my God, you’re alive. Thank God. Oh, thank you.” He sobbed.

  She tried to reach up to him, but everything hurt. And she was cold. Freezing.

  “What happened?” she whispered.

  “You don’t remember?” he asked, his eyes frantic. He turned his head as if looking for someone else.

  “No.” Her mouth tasted like pennies. Blood.

  He gave a long blink. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Aubrey, you were driving. We got into an accident. And I think Ash is hurt real bad.”

  ***

  Lex piled the last of his dirty clothes into his suitcase and pushed down to get everything to fit. Why did dirty clothes always take up more room than clean ones? He forced the zipper around the sides of the bag and came up short as a piece of cloth stuck out the side, blocking his way. He yanked at it violently. The black Led Zeppelin t-shirt twisted in his fist and came loose from his bag. He stared at the knot of material, a wretched longing creeping over him. The memory of Aubrey wearing it, looking fresh from bed, flooded his mind.

  “Goddammit.” He shoved the suitcase with one hand, sending it flying to the floor, and he dropped onto the bed. Could that girl, the one who rolled with him down the hill at the zoo, the one who curled into a ball on his lap, really be such a conniving, self-serving bitch? It just didn’t fit.

  A few days ago, when everything had happened with Sean, he’d been too pissed to see straight. He’d needed someone to blame, and Aubrey had been an easy target. She’d lied to him. He’d wanted to hurt her like he was hurting. And he had.

  He’d blamed her for Sean’s near death—the dirtiest, meanest thing he could have done to someone who already had enough guilt to fill a lifetime. “Shit.”

  He raked his hands through his hair. He had wanted to take it back the minute he’d said it. But instead, he’d let her walk out of his life in tears. And now she wasn’t returning his calls. Who could fucking blame her?

  A light knock interrupted his thoughts. Pete leaned into the hotel bedroom. “You almost ready? The plane leaves in two hours.”

  Lex didn’t look up. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

  Pete walked across the room and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Sean’s going to be fine, man. Don’t keep kicking yourself. None of us knew. A month in rehab and he’ll be good as new. You guys can finish recording the album without him now that you have some songs written. Then, you’ll be out on the road all together before you know it.”

  “Super,” Lex said unenthusiastically.

  Pete laughed. “You
’ll feel better once you get back to L.A. New Orleans has been good for your writing, but nothing replaces sleeping in your own bed.”

  His own bed. The one with the massive headboard and down comforter. The one he loved to kick back in on Sunday mornings. The empty one.

  A nagging pain twisted his gut. “Pete, I need to make a few calls, do you mind?”

  He lifted his hand from Lex’s shoulder and backed out of the room. “Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll see you in the lobby.”

  Lex waited until he heard the main door click shut then grabbed his phone and opened the web browser. He found the number he wanted and with urgent fingers, punched it into his phone. Aubrey was avoiding his calls, but maybe he could catch her off guard at work.

  “NOLA Vibe, this is Brittany, how may I direct your call?” the receptionist said with as much enthusiasm as a slug.

  “Aubrey Bordelon, please.”

  “Hold on,” the girl said and then paused. “Oh, wait, sorry. She’s not in.”

  He closed his eyes and rubbed at the spot between his brows where a headache was forming. “Do you know when she will be? This is Lex Logan from Wanderlust. I have a question about the story we did with her.”

  The girl’s voice dropped a notch, turning on the sexy. “Oh, hey there, Mr. Logan. How’s it going? I didn’t realize you were still in town.”

  If she had been in front of him, he would have been tempted to thump her on the head. “I’m fine, so, when did you say Aubrey was going to be in?”

  “Oh, right, they didn’t tell you? She’s in the hospital. Car accident or something.”

  “What?” Cold washed through him. He gripped the desk behind him. “When? Is she okay?”

  The girl grunted. “From what I hear, she’s in pretty bad shape, but like, alive and all.”

  He could no longer feel his legs underneath him. “What hospital?”

  “Tulane, I think.”

  Lex rushed out the room with his wallet and rental car key. Pete was in the lobby when he ran past him.

  “Lex!”

  He turned his head toward Pete, but didn’t stop his pace. “Leave without me. I’ll catch another plane.”

  Pete’s mouth parted as if to protest, but Lex didn’t wait to hear.

  ***

  Aubrey had been there for two days already. Two days, and she was still sleeping. Lex brushed his thumb along her palm, too afraid to touch her anywhere else. She looked so bruised and swollen. So fragile.

  “God, I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered, not knowing if she could hear him. “This is my fault.”

  He pressed his lips to her hand.

  “She’s going to be all right,” said a soft voice from the doorway. Lex raised his head to see a nurse in lavender scrubs giving him a small smile.

  “Really? Then why hasn’t she woken up?”

  She stepped in and picked up Aubrey’s chart, perusing it. “She bashed her head pretty badly. They are keeping her sedated for precautionary purposes so that they can watch for any brain swelling. But, all signs are pointing to the positive at this point.”

  Lex sagged in his chair. “Thank God.”

  She looked him over with open curiosity, no doubt noticing his tattoos and disheveled appearance. “Are you a relative?”

  He shook his head. He started to say he was her boyfriend, but that wasn’t true. What was he? A client? A bedmate? A guy who screwed her and then accused her of being a lying tramp who would sell him out for a story? “I’m just a friend.”

  She nodded. “I see. Well, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll need you to step out for a few minutes. I have to take care of a few things for her, and only family are allowed to stay in.”

  “Oh, right, sure.” He rose, suddenly feeling awkward.

  “I’ll only be a few moments. If you want to grab a cup of coffee or something, I’ll probably be done by the time you get back.”

  Lex wandered aimlessly through the hospital hallway. The same way he had wandered two days before waiting for news about Sean. He knew where the cafeteria was, but he didn’t need coffee. He needed to talk to Aubrey before he left, and now it didn’t look like he was going to get the chance.

  He couldn’t stick around and wait for her to wake up. His record company had scheduled a big powwow for the next day to go over the plans for the album and for keeping Sean’s rehab stint a secret. He could wiggle out of things with Pete, but the record company was a whole other story. He was already playing a starring role on their shit list.

  But how could he leave New Orleans without telling Aubrey how sorry he was for the things he’d said? That the week he’d spent with her had been nothing short of amazing.

  Passing in front of the gift shop, an idea came to him. He ducked into the small store and made his way to the card aisle. After scribbling a note in a random Get Well card, he pulled out his wallet. Tucked inside was a small square of paper that he’d been holding onto for the last few days. He slipped it into the envelope with the card and sealed it.

  When he returned to Aubrey’s room, the nurse was gone, but Aubrey wasn’t alone. Tanned fingers wrapped around her left hand. The blond ex-boyfriend—the douche—looked up at him sharply. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  Lex smirked. “I could ask the same of you.”

  “I’m her boyfriend, asshole.” The Ken doll dropped Aubrey’s hand and squared his shoulders toward Lex.

  He snorted. “Oh really? Does she know that?”

  Pretty boy crossed his arms. “Of course.”

  “You’re full of shit.”

  “We got back together the other night,” he said, full of confidence, the lie rolling off his lips.

  Lex couldn’t believe the guy was trying to bluff him. He leaned against the doorframe with a smug smile. “Piece of advice. Next time you try to pull off a lie like that, dude. Don’t tell it to the guy who’s been with her for the last week.”

  Grayson’s face paled. “She wouldn’t sleep with a scumbag like you. She’s got higher standards than that.”

  Lex shrugged. “Believe what you want to believe.”

  The guy eyed him up and down with disgust. “So why are you here, anyway? Even if she did have a momentary lapse of judgment with you, I doubt she’d want to see you now. Don’t you need to be getting back to whatever hole you crawled out of?”

  Lex sighed, suddenly feeling too weary to argue. “I needed to talk to her before I left.”

  He glanced at Aubrey, his heart aching at the sight of her. He wished he could gather her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay.

  Grayson scoffed when he saw Lex watching Aubrey. “Don’t look at her like that.”

  Lex’s head snapped back. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  The guy took a step closer to him, his glare icy. “Don’t look at her like that. Like you love her or something. You don’t get that right.”

  Lex wanted to punch the idiot in the face. Square and solid. Wanted to knock him right on his smarmy ass. The nurse could roll him on a gurney and set him up a room across the hall. “What? ‘Cause you’re the only one who gets to love her? The guy who bailed on her to go screw coeds?”

  Grayson closed the rest of the distance between them. “I came back for her. And I can give her what she needs, what she wants. Marriage, kids, a faithful husband, a nice life. What the hell are you going to offer? Free beer and threesomes backstage? Or are you ready to settle down, rock star? Play house? Ready to put the whole career on hold so you can play husband and daddy?”

  Lex opened his mouth to protest but then clamped his lips shut. What exactly would he say to Aubrey if she were awake? After the I’m-sorry-I’m-an-asshole speech, what then? You’re great, but I’m leaving? Thanks for a fun few days? Stop by and see me in L.A. sometime?

  He wasn’t offering any kind of forever, any kind of normal. He wasn’t in a place to give her what she deserved. He was going to record an album and then hop right back on the road. What woman w
ould want that kind of life?

  Gray gave a satisfied grin. “Yeah, I thought so.” He turned his back on Lex, and returned to the chair next to Aubrey’s bed. “I’ll tell her you stopped in to say goodbye whenever she wakes up.”

  “Sure you will.” Lex wasn’t going to count on that. He walked with deliberate steps to the opposite side of the hospital bed. Gray’s eyes followed him warily. Lex leaned down and touched his lips gingerly to the curve of Aubrey’s jaw, savoring the last moment he’d be able to kiss her. Then, he put his mouth next to her ear so that Gray couldn’t hear his whispered goodbyes, couldn’t hear him tell Aubrey that he loved her.

  When Lex was done, Gray raised a hand in a mock wave. “Have a safe trip home.”

  Lex knew it was juvenile, but he flipped him off before he strode out the door. The shithead.

  A few steps outside the door, he glanced down at the card he’d been holding in his hand and shook his head. He tossed it in the wastebasket outside of her room.

  An older woman nearly bumped into him as he strode past the trashcan. “Excuse me,” she said haughtily, eyeing him up and down with hawk-like precision.

  He grumbled a response and headed past her, out of the hospital, and to the airport. Out of Aubrey’s life for good.

  CHAPTER 14

  Aubrey couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or awake. If it was a dream, it was a particularly crappy one. Where was the dashing knight? Or the ability to fly? Or unlimited cupcakes that never made you gain weight? All good dreams had one of those components. This one had none. Only pain, blackness, and incessant beeping noises. So many things ached that she couldn’t begin to pinpoint where the hurt came from. She tried to open her eyes, but her lids wouldn’t obey her command.

  A faint murmuring of voices seeped through the fog in her brain. Familiar voices. She strained her ears, trying to decipher what was being said.

  “We could have lost her,” someone said, her voice catching.

  Mom.

  “Exactly. She’s clearly under too much stress,” her father stated in his booming southern drawl.

  “And that’s my fault?” a new voice cut in.