Destined to Change Harley, M. (best books to read ever txt) 📖

that was the perfect size for two.  I had fantasized about Jaxon and me taking a bath together in that tub.

Jaxon. Why did he lie to me?  Why didn’t he tell me what was going on? Why would he hurt me like this? I just couldn’t understand.

When I turned my phone back on, I saw that I had more missed calls and several voicemails, all from him. The more I looked at the phone the madder I got. Screw him - this was not my fault. I opened my heart, body, and soul to him, and he neglected to mention he was married. How could he do that? What kind of a person was he?

I decided to go down to the hotel bar and get a drink. I was here to relax and have fun and that’s exactly what I planned to do.

Before I left the room, I called mom and checked on the kids and told them goodnight. I reassured mom that I was fine and headed downstairs to the bar. I decided I should try to eat something before I started drinking so I asked to be seated in the restaurant. There was a gentleman standing by the hostess station. I assumed he was waiting for a table also.

He was tall, like abnormally tall, I would guess him to be 6’ 7”. He looked to be about my age, he had light blonde hair and really intense green eyes. He was also a cowboy from his hat to his boots and the wranglers in between. His body was very muscular and you could tell by looking at his calloused hands that he worked hard, definitely not afraid to get his hands dirty.

He shocked me when he walked over and said, “Evenin’ ma’am, dinin’ alone tonight?” I didn’t think he could get any sexier, but I was wrong.  His slow, southern drawl was hot.

I answered with, “I’ve kinda had a shitty day actually, and I wouldn’t be good company for anyone tonight. I just came down to grab a drink, well actually probably a few drinks, and I thought I better eat something first.”

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” He motioned for the hostess. “Excuse me ma’am, we’ll need a table for two.”

“My name is Cade Walker, nice to meet you Miss….?”

“Oh, my name is Loralei Harper. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Walker.”

He looked at me funny. “Please call me Cade and I’ll call you Loralei, okay?”

I nodded in agreement and the hostess came over to escort us to our table.

We sat down. Cade asked what I would like to drink. I told him to surprise me. He headed off for the bar, and the waitress brought me our menus. She explained that she could have taken our drink orders. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything that was going on, so I just nodded and waited for Cade to get back with my drink.

Cade brought me a bottle of Corona with a lime in it. I was not a big fan of beer, but I started chugging it anyway.

“I think you might ought to slow down, hon’”

I sneered at him, “I warned you I had a really crappy day, but I forgot to mention that I plan on getting really drunk tonight, so if you don’t want to be a part of that you better get your ass out of that chair and go find some other woman to hit on.”

He looked completely stunned, but he just gave me his best shit-eating grin. “So what makes ya think I’m gonna hit on you?”

In my snarkiest voice I said, “You aren’t planning on it, really?”

He couldn’t even argue. He just laughed this deep belly laugh as the waitress came over to take our order. “Just bring us a couple of steaks, medium rare, baked potatoes, and do you have dinner rolls?” The waitress nodded, took our order, and headed off to the kitchen.

“You realize this is 2013 and not 1950, don’t you? I am perfectly capable of placing my own dinner order!” This man was so arrogant.

He just shrugged his shoulders. “Well yeah hon’ I do, but you didn’t seem to mind it, you know, I bet there are lots of things I could do for you that you wouldn’t mind.”

When he said that, I choked on my beer. He was looking at me like he could eat me alive, and I didn't know if it was the fact that I was pissed at Jaxon or that Cade was just so damned gorgeous, but my lady parts were doing a little happy dance.

We ate our dinner and I had a few, well more like seven, beers. I was feeling no pain. Screw Jaxon, actually no, been there done that, won’t do it again. Before I knew what was happening, I was trying to get my keycard to unlock my hotel room door, and Cade had his tongue in my ear.

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What was that noise…seriously, why did I feel like my head was going to pop off and that that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen? I very carefully turned over and then I really wished my head would just pop off. Cade was in my bed and he was buck naked, except for his socks. And what I couldn’t decide was if I was more upset that he was in my bed, or that he hadn’t taken his socks off before we had sex. I felt like a total slut at that moment. I very carefully crawled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.

When I looked in the mirror I scared myself. I looked like a hooker. Well, what I assumed a hooker would look like after a really rough night. I had raccoon eyes from my mascara, my hair looked like rats could be living in it, and I was wearing - what was I wearing - apparently I got cold in the night because I had on Cades undershirt.

I decided that I really