Page 73 of For One Night

“I don’t know, let’s see; we swapped spit, she took my shirt, and I wore a condom.” I hold my hands up. “Anything else?”

“She took your shirt?” His mouth curls up at the corners.

“Yes.”

He narrows his eyes. “What did you get of hers?”

“Nothing.” I stand, walking away from him as I shove my hands in my pockets.

He snorts. “Where are they?”

“Hell no!” I whip around, my face heating.

He points in front of him. “The desk?”

“No, Lachlan.” I shake my head.

His brows hit his hairline. “Your pocket!”

“You’ve never kept something from a woman?”

He holds his hands in the air. “Don’t get mad at me, I didn’t steal her panties.”

“I did not steal her panties.” I scratch my beard. “She left them in the bed.”

He falls back into the chair, cackling. “She couldn’t get away from you fast enough.”

“Grow up.” My face reddens the longer he talks about her. I know he’s not being disrespectful to a point, but I don’t like it.

Lachlan watches me, making me roll my eyes. “You like her.”

“Listen to yourself, you’ve lost your mind. I just met the woman, we had sex, and that’s it.” I cross my arms, over the subject.

He sits up. “Why are you defending it?”

“I’m not,” I huff. “Does it sound so odd that I would find someone I liked spending time with?”

“No, you simply haven’t spent time with one woman in a very long time.” He levels me, knowing better than anyone.

The mere thought of Lola makes my heart thunder, and my face flushes when I picture her beneath me. “She was different.”

He rubs his chin. “I wonder why she didn’t want you to have her name or information at all?”

“I have no idea.” I stare at him, realizing where he’s going. “No, no way. She wasn’t like that, Lachlan.”

He shrugs. “It would make sense.”

“She wasn’t married. I’m done. Alice will be here any minute.” There’s no way Lola would use me that way. She’s not like that.

He stands, tucking his shirt in his pants. “Whoever she was, she’s got you sweating at the thought of her. Go splash some water on your face so you can cool down.”

I hurry from the seat to the restroom behind the desk. “If you think I wouldn’t like seeing her, you’d be wrong.”

“I can tell, little brother.”

There’s a light tap on the door. “Good morning. Thank you for coming.” Suddenly, a long pause fills the room. “It’s good to meet you, Miss Turner. I’m Lachlan Daly. My brother and I own this company.”

I dry my face and flatten my tie as I hurry from the restroom. I round the corner with a smile, and my eyes lock with a pair of hazel-colored ones.