Ramsey left her hands above her head and began to roam lower and lower until his fingers were feather light against her inner thighs. “Ramsey, I…” she got out before he was kissing her again. His gentle hands began making circle motions against the sensitive skin, trailing closer to her most sensitive area.

Fire alarms were going off in her head at his advances, and she knew she needed to stop. In fact, she really wanted to stop. After everything she had been through tonight, she could not add this to the list of stupid things for the evening. She pushed against his chiseled chest, but she might as well have been pushing on a brick wall for all he noticed. One finger moved closer and pressed against her opening. He didn’t do anything more than rest there, but she was already wet with anticipation…an anticipation that she would never let come to fruition.

She turned her head to pull away from his demanding kisses. “Stop,” she whispered lacking the conviction she felt.

“What did you say?” he asked expertly inserting two fingers deep inside of her without allowing her enough time to answer. She couldn’t believe how amazing this felt, and it was just the foreplay. She needed to stop or she was going to regret her actions.

“I said stop,” she murmured attempting to wiggle away from him, but he had his other hand locked securely against her hip preventing her from moving.

“But you like it. You’re enjoying it.”

“No,” she said shaking her head as her lower half convulsed with pleasure.

“Your body is telling me otherwise and I haven’t even gone any farther.”

“You can’t…go any…farther,” she gasped out.

He sighed letting his head fall forward but halting his movements inside of her. His hot breath gave away his already heated desire for her. “Are you sure?” he asked wiggling his fingers playfully.

She gasped. “Yes…”

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes.”

He sighed against her, heavier this time, but extracted his hand from her lower extremities. He rolled over and laid next to her, his chest heaving up and down with the effort of following her orders. She could tell he was expelling a good deal of exertion keeping himself from her, when he was already hard and ready for her.

Lexi hopped up off the bed and shimmied back into her ruined dress forgetting that Ramsey had given her new, clean clothes to change into. “I have to get out of here,” she said reaching for the door.

“What?” he cried hopping off the bed in surprise. “You just got here.”

“I know, but I have to leave.”

“Don’t go. I won’t do anything else,” he pleaded with her, meeting her at the door.

“This isn’t about you,” she muttered wrenching the door open.

“Then, it’s about Jack,” he said catching her off guard.

She stumbled catching herself on the door frame. “It doesn’t matter what it’s about. I just have to leave.”

“Where are you going to go?’

“I’ll figure it out,” she said walking out of the room, through the hallway, and down the stairs. She could feel him following her, but she didn’t look backwards.

“You shouldn’t go running off in the middle of the night.”

“I can do whatever I want,” she cried striding across the living room.

“I know you can. I just want you to be safe,” he said quietly.

She bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from saying anything she might regret. He was looking out for her, and she knew that. However, getting into any sort of physical relationship with someone else right now was plain wrong. She had too much baggage. She needed to clear away some of that before anyone else got hurt. “I will be safe,” she told him turning and facing him.

“Promise?”

“Yes,” she said twisting the knob behind her back and pulling the door open. “Sorry.”

Lexi rushed down the stairs and out onto the dark city streets. She had forgotten how different New York and Atlanta were. At any given second in New York, she could hail a cab to take her to any destination. Here people had to call for a cab and wait for it to pick you up. In New York, people were constantly on the streets and, where Lexi frequented, she could walk anywhere. In Atlanta, she rarely felt safe walking in even the classiest areas of the city during the day, let alone at night.

She took a deep breath and dialed the number for a cab service. After a few minutes, the cab arrived and carted her to Chyna’s hotel. Lexi had the concierge ring for Chyna, but found that no one was in the room or else Chyna was incapacitated. Either was just as likely. Since she had no proof that she should be in Chyna’s penthouse, they refused to give her a key to the room.

“If you won’t give me a key, can I stay in your lobby until she gets back?” Lexi asked exasperated.

The woman looked at her condescendingly, taking in her smeared make-up and torn dress. “That is not typically permitted.”

“Do you really want one of your A-list clients angry at you when Chyna finds out that you treated her best friend this poorly?” Lexi asked smoothly.

Her face shifted into a line of worry. Individuals who came to the hotel and rented the penthouse suite were few and far between. “Very well. When Ms. Van der Wal returns and we can confirm your identity, then we can allow you into her room. If you would like a room of your own, we could arrange that. Otherwise you will have to wait.”

Lexi sighed heavily and wandered over to a loveseat. She pulled her feet up onto the cushion and rested her head against the arm of the chair. All she wanted to do was forget that tonight had ever happened.

A short while later she someone was shaking her awake and calling her name. Lexi’s eyes fluttered open and she realized, somewhat unbelievably, she had fallen asleep. Her neck was sore from the uncomfortable position, but her mind, at least, was still. She must have been exhausted to have fallen asleep that quickly.

“You alright, chica?” Chyna asked looking at her anxiously.

“A little sore.” What an understatement. “But I’ll be alright. Can we go upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure,” Chyna agreed helping Lexi to her feet. “Did they give you any trouble?” Chyna asked staring daggers at the concierge.

“No, they were fine. They did exactly as I expected,” Lexi replied following Chyna to the elevators.

The two girls took the elevator to the top floor and Chyna let them into her suite. All Lexi wanted to do was to crash for the next several hours. She was both physically and mentally exhausted. Chyna had other ideas though. She obviously had all the energy from just getting laid that Lexi was lacking. And even though she needed her mandated seven hours of beauty sleep, she didn’t seem ready for that to begin.

“Can you spit it out so I can go to sleep?” Lexi asked resting her head back against the couch.

Chyna bit down on her bottom lip as she stared uncomfortably at her friend. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a train wreck. You should have seen the way those people were looking at you downstairs. God, you could have been a hooker for all they knew. A hooker wearing amazing clothes, but still…”

Lexi rolled her eyes not caring much what others thought about her. “I had a rough night.”

“I’ll say. Just look at you.”

“Thanks, C. I got it,” she mumbled irritated.

“Then what happened?”

Lexi sighed wavering between a lie and the truth. “Jack and I slept together.”

Chyna’s mouth dropped open. “No! When?” Lexi lowered her eyes to the floor. “Tonight?” Chyna squeaked. “How could you?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“You said you weren’t going to.”

“I hadn’t planned on it. This obviously wasn’t planned,” she said gesturing around her.

“But, Alexa,” Chyna scolded.

“Don’t use that voice with me,” she growled. “Things didn’t go as planned anyway.” Things definitely did not go as planned. She hadn’t planned on sleeping with him. She hadn’t planned on falling for him…again. She hadn’t planned on her night with Ramsey. She hadn’t planned on any of it.