Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
From the Author
One Night
By Allie Everhart
One Night
By Allie Everhart
Copyright © 2017 Allie Everhart
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Published by Waltham Publishing, LLC
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Chapter One
May
Amber
"Where are you going?" I yell over the music as Megan takes off with some guy.
"I'll meet up with you later!" she yells back, laughing as she stumbles on her heels. We've been at this party less than ten minutes and she's already tipsy. She swigged down two cups of spiked fruit punch which is all it takes for someone as tiny as her to get drunk.
"Amber!" she yells, stumbling back to me. "Todd said he'd take me home later so don't wait around for me."
"Megan, you just met the guy. You sure you can trust him?"
"Todd?" She laughs and waves her hand around. "He's totally harmless. And I didn't just meet him. I met him last week at Shooter's. He's bartending there this summer." She's bouncing up and down to the music. She always gets hyper when she's drunk.
"So he goes to school here?" I ask, looking behind her to see him. He's standing a few feet away, checking his phone.
"Yeah, he's a junior. Pre-law." She checks to make sure he's still there, then whips back to me. "I gotta go."
"So you're just leaving me here? What happened to girls' night? You said we were coming here to drink and dance."
She pouts her glossy pink lips. "I know. I'm sorry. But I didn't know Todd would be here."
I'm pretty sure she did. Out of all the parties we could've gone to, she kept insisting on going to this one, which isn't even at our college. It's on the other side of Chicago at Townsend College, a small liberal arts school I hadn't even heard of until just last week when Megan told me about this party. She said a band would be playing but I'm not seeing any signs of a band. There's no stage. No musicians. We're in a frat house off campus in a living room that's been cleared of furniture and is currently packed with wall-to-wall people. Club music is blasting from speakers, one of which is right next to my head.
"Where's the band?" I yell so she can hear me.
"What band?" she yells back as she moves to the music.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"What?" She leans closer. "I can't hear you."
"Never mind. You better get back to Todd. Just be careful, okay? You don't know him that well."
"I'll be fine. Have fun tonight!" She gives me a quick hug, then runs off into Todd's waiting arms. They kiss and he grabs her ass as she grinds against him. I bet they'll be having sex by the end of the night, or maybe in a few minutes the way they're going at it.
Megan's a free spirit. Wild and crazy and up for anything. We became friends a few months ago when we were on a project together for marketing. We're not close friends but just friends who go out now and then. She's not someone I'd share my deepest, innermost secrets to because she can't keep a secret to save her life. Last March I told her I liked this guy in our class and the next day he came up to me and told me he has a girlfriend. Megan had told him what I said! I was mortified. She said she was only trying to help because I hadn't been on a date in a month but her 'help' backfired and left me feeling embarrassed around the guy for the rest of the semester. Thank God school is out for the summer so I don't have to see him.
I should've known Megan would take off with some guy the minute we got here. Now I'm stuck at this party not knowing anyone. But it's Friday night and I just finished a week of finals so I don't want to go back to my apartment. I want to be out having fun.
I gulp down some of my spiked fruit punch. It's way too sweet and whatever they spiked it with doesn't mix well with the fruity taste of the punch.
"Hey," a voice says from behind me.
I look over and see a blond guy walking toward me. He's tall and thin, wearing a smile that says he's looking for sex and wants to know if I'm interested. Maybe it's presumptuous to assume all that from a simple smile but after attending two years of college and a ton of parties, I've seen that smile many times on many guys and I know what it means.
"How's it going?" he asks, his eyes lowering to my breasts before returning to my face.
"Good," I say. "How about you?"
Instead of answering, he holds his hand out. "I'm Alex."
"Amber." I shake his hand. It's cold and clammy and his fingers are long and skinny and feel awkward wrapped around mine. I won't date a guy if his hand doesn't fit right in mine. Maybe that's crazy, but would you really want to date a guy you can't hold hands with? Or if you do hold hands with him, would you want it to feel awkward?
I've had this debate with Megan and she's told me that nobody holds hands anymore, except for old people and little kids. She said she never holds hands with a guy, but that's because she skips straight to the sex. There's no time for handholding. Her hands are too busy doing other things.
As for me? I like holding a guy's hand. I think it's romantic. If you do it in public, it shows people you're a couple. If you do it in private, it says you can't help but touch the person even if you're just sitting together watching TV.
"Need another drink?" Alex asks, pointing to my cup, which is still half full.
"No thanks. I'm good. So you go to school at Townsend?"
"Yeah. I'm a senior, or I will be in the fall." He finishes his drink.
"What's your major?"
"Business," he says, seeming completely uninterested in the topic. He wants sex, not someone to talk to. "You sure you don't want another drink?"
He wants me to drink up and get drunk so we can move this along.
"I still have some left," I say, holding up the cup.
He nods, and his eyes go to my breasts again. I'm wearing a sleeveless button-up blouse and the silky fabric clings to my chest. It's tucked into my short skirt, which Alex has taken note of, his eyes now skimming down my legs.
He's smiling, so obviously he likes what he sees but I'm not feeling the same way. I'm not feeling anything for him. Not even the tiniest spark. It's not like there's anything wrong with him. He has a good-looking face, bright blond hair, and pale blu
e eyes. I'm sure plenty of girls find him attractive, but not me. I'm not into blonds, despite being one myself. Maybe that's why I don't like them. I want something different. I tend to go for guys with dark hair and dark eyes, so this guy? Not at all my type. Add in the skinny fingers and the fact that he won't stop leering at me and wants to get me drunk, and I feel the sudden need to get away from him.
"I need to find my friend," I tell him. "But I'll see ya around." I walk off and he doesn't bother to follow me. He knows he wasn't getting any.
Glancing back at the dance floor, I see Megan and Todd grinding against each other to the slow pulsing beat of the music. I'm surprised they haven't found a room by now. When Megan likes a guy, she moves fast. A few weeks ago I went to a club with her and she hooked up with a guy ten minutes after meeting him. I admit he was hot, but hooking up after knowing him for ten minutes? That's crazy.
And yet, I was oddly envious of it because it's so unlike anything I would ever do. A one-night stand? Never had one and probably never will. Although...I'm not completely opposed to the idea.
I've never told anyone this, not even my best friend, Kira, who lives back in Michigan, but the truth is, I've fantasized about having a one-night stand. Not the kind where I'm so drunk I can't remember it the next day. And not the kind that's instigated by some overly aggressive guy like Alex who doesn't care who he's with as long as he gets sex. No. My fantasy is that I meet a guy I instantly connect with and have major chemistry with and we do it without any thought or reservations. We act on pure instinct, like those scenes in the movies where two people meet and have such a strong attraction to each other that they throw caution to the wind and act on their urges.
Unfortunately, I'm not good at throwing caution to the wind. There's always this part of me holding me back, telling me not to do it. I fight that part of me and yet it always seems to win out.
Maybe that's why I keep hanging out with Megan. I'm hoping her free spirit will rub off on me. So far it hasn't, but I recently promised myself that before the summer ends, I'll do at least one thing that's outside my comfort zone.
This promise was inspired a few weeks ago by a girl in my speech class. She talked about seizing the day, going after what you want. I'm sure the rest of the class thought the speech was cheesy and a total cliché but I actually found it inspiring. Although I'm very rational and realistic in my everyday life, I also have a dreamy, head-in-the-clouds side, so that girl's speech ignited a spark in me, inspiring me to go for it. To do something I've always wanted to do without letting my rational side stop me.
"Amber?" a girl says from beside me. I turn and see it's Reese, a girl I worked with last March at the women's business expo downtown. We were both volunteers at a booth for an organization that promotes women in marketing. We're both marketing majors but at different colleges.
"Reese." I smile, happy to see someone I know. "How have you been?"
"Great! How about you?"
"Good. Just finished a week of finals so I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, me too. You heading home for the summer?"
"No, I'm staying here and working and taking a couple classes."
She glances behind her. "Well, I just wanted to say hi. I'm here with my boyfriend so I should probably get back to him."
"Yeah, okay. See ya later." I was hoping she'd stick around so we could talk.
"Sorry," a guy says as he bumps into me, trying to squeeze through the crowd.
People keep bumping into me. I should go stand somewhere else but there aren't any open spaces. Looking to my left I spot Alex with a girl. He's still got that looking-for-sex smile and so does she. Well, there you go. A match is made. There's someone for everyone, at least for a night.
Maybe I should leave. The only two people I know here are hanging out with their guys and I'm feeling awkward standing here by myself.
As I contemplate this, my eyes wander to the front door.
And that's when I see him.
Tall. Dark hair. Dark eyes. A strong jaw and pronounced cheekbones that give him that pretty boy, model look. Like a rich, prep school boy. He steps into the room, his eyes scanning the crowd. His eyes are brooding. Mysterious. Hot.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. That's my heart, beating so loud it's thumping in my eardrums. I don't know who this guy is but he's got my heart shifted into overdrive.
I can't look away. There's something about him. Is it his face? His eyes?
Oh no, he just saw me. He saw me staring at him! And now he's staring back! This is so embarrassing and yet I can't look away. His eyes are piercing through me, like they're willing mine to stay connected to his. He takes a step toward me, his lips slightly parted, almost like he's saying something to me.
Do I know this guy? Does he know me? And if not, why do I feel this odd connection to him? And why is my heart beating so freaking fast?
Our eyes remain locked as he makes his way over to me. When he finally reaches me, I'm unable to say anything. I just keep staring at him. Those brooding eyes. Those lips. He has perfect lips. And his jaw. It's strong, angular, with a thin layer of scruff.
"What's your name?" he asks. I love his voice. It's smooth. Deep. Sexy.
I pause, suddenly unable to remember my name. What the hell? What's my damn name?
"Amber," I blurt out. "My name is Amber." I'm so breathless my words come out in almost a whisper. I finally break my gaze from his and look down, embarrassed that I'm acting so strange.
"Amber," he says, not like he's confirming what he heard but more like he's saying my name aloud to himself. And when he said it, I could feel his breath on my face. That's how close we're standing.
I swallow and close my eyes for a moment, trying to make sense of this, trying to get myself together, because what's happening right now? It's surreal.
I feel his hand under my chin as he slowly lifts my face back to his. I open my eyes and see him watching me. Whatever this is I'm feeling, he's feeling it too. I can sense it. There's this incredibly strong attraction between us that makes absolutely no logical sense. This can't be real, can it? Am I drunk? I only had a few sips of punch. I don't feel drunk.
Yet I feel an intense urge to kiss this guy. A complete stranger.
As if he read my mind, his hand gently cups the side of my face and he leans down and kisses me. His soft, warm lips press gently against mine and a shiver of pleasurable sensations ripple through me from head to toe.
The feeling takes me by surprise and I tense up. He notices and lets me go.
He backs away, his dark brown eyes returning to mine. He looks regretful for what he did. Actually, not regretful, but more like he knew he shouldn't have done that, but isn't sorry that he did. He went with his gut. Followed his urges. Did what felt right in the moment.
I wish I could be like that. But who says I can't? Nobody, except me. I'm the only one standing in my way.
Seize the day. Seize the moment. The words from that girl's speech yell at me inside my head. This is my chance. This is my opportunity to do that one bold thing that's outside my comfort zone. To do what I want. To act on my instincts.
The decision is made. I'm doing this.
Chapter Two
Amber
The guy, who still remains nameless, is looking at me, waiting for me to make the next move. A move that would either end this or continue down a path I've never been on before.
I grab the guy's shirt and yank him toward me and kiss him back. And then it's like something unlocked inside both of us and caution didn't just get thrown to the wind. It got blown up, disintegrated, in the fiery hot passion between us.
We're no longer at a party with people everywhere and loud music pumping all around us. We're in our own world, lost in whatever spell we're under that makes us oblivious to anything but each other.
Somehow, some way, we make it up the stairs, our mouths intermingled in a heated frenzy of lips and tongues colliding, hands grasping for each other. We find ourselves alone in the h
all and he backs me up against a wall.
"I'm Dylan," he says, breathing hard and fast.
I nod, like I don't care. I DO care, but right now, his name is not what I'm focused on. It's his lips that have my attention as they slide across my cheek. I feel his warm breath over my ear and a shiver of pleasure courses through me.
My hands are all over him. Running through his soft thick hair. Gripping his strong shoulders. Bracing against his hard chest. I grab a fistful of his t-shirt and yank him closer. He presses his body to mine, pinning me to the wall. Through his jeans, I can feel the hard length of him and I instinctively rub against it, my hips circling. He groans in response as his mouth returns to mine, his hand slipping around to grip my ass, keeping me held tightly against him.
As good as this feels, my rational side is rising up, reminding me I barely know this guy. Do I really want to do this? He could have a disease. Or be mentally unstable. A serial killer. An ex-con.
But if I go with my gut, it's telling me Dylan is a good guy. In fact, I feel oddly safe with him. There's no explanation why other than a feeling. I never trust my feelings, but right now? I'm choosing to go with my gut.
I break from his lips and turn my head and look at the open door that's to my left. Then I look back at Dylan.
He knows exactly what it means, what I want. He backs away just enough to take my hand. My heart swells because our hands are a perfect fit. An absolute perfect fit! His hand is warm, his hold strong, as he tugs me down the hall to the open room. We go inside and he closes the door. He backs me up against it as his hand goes to the side of my face, gazing at me.
"You really want to do this?" he asks, his eyes searching mine. "It's up to you."
I take a breath. "I want to."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." I smile.
He smiles back. It's the first time I've seen him smile, and it just confirms my decision to go forward with this. His smile isn't the fake, sleazy smile that Alex had earlier. It's a genuine smile. Warm. Kind. But also incredibly sexy.
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