I was still in shock after Shay left.  How could I sleep with a guy I barely knew? I’m a tart.  A stupid, stupid tart.  While I was busy condemning myself, my mobile rang.  Thinking it was Hadley, I answered.

“Hey Puppet”

“Huh?” I replied without thinking.

“It’s me. Landon.” He sounded hurt.

“Oh yeah. Uhm, of course. How are you?” Smooth, Laken, smooth.

“I’m good. See, I still respect you in the morning.” He chuckled.

“Well, the feeling isn’t mutual, Buddy! What the hell happened?  How did I get home? How did I end up s…sleeping with you” I was close to tears.

“Hey slow down, Tiger. How about I come pick you up for coffee and a piece of cake? A treat for the lady”

Lady my arse.  Tart seemed appropriate.

“Whatever” I said and hung up.

Before I knew it, I was racing up the stairs to find something to wear.

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I checked myself in the mirror for the 60th time.  I was wearing black cropped pants and an orange halter top.  My black wedge shoes completed the ensemble.  Luckily I had bed hair so I looked sultry.  Well, that’s what I thought anyway.

There was a knock at the door and I raced down like marathon runner and opened the door.  Standing in Levi’s and a white shirt stood the man who kept me company the previous night.

“Hey, hey pretty girl” he said and leaned in to kiss me.  He smelled like a crisp winter’s day and my body tingled. Damn you body of mine.

“Hi.  I’ll get my purse.”

After I locked the door, Landon put his hand on the small of my back and led me to his Mazda MR2. 

“Nice ride” I said, trying not to sound like I grew up in the “hood”.

“Like you’ve never been in it” he teased. “Or should I say “at it” in it?

Oh no oh no oh no oh no!!!!!

Immediately my whole face turned red and I wished I was dead.