Frayed by Pamela Ann Page A

pieces. “Good to know. Sex with you would be a damn snore anyway. So, don’t even toy with the idea.” I declared before rolling on my side. I waited for his reply, but it never came.
    In fact, Taylor was silent. I wondered if he was asleep, but my pride wouldn’t let me check if he was or not.
    I fell asleep listening to his breathing. The last thought I had was him, and that look he had earlier. The one where his gaze told me how much he wanted to fuck the living shit out of me.

Chapter 9
    Trista
     
    The next day, I woke up alone in bed. My eyes were stuck staring at the dent Taylor’s head made on the pillow. My fingers softly trailed the outline while my thoughts brought me back to the events of last night.
    All he needed was a little nudge and things would’ve have turned out hot and heavy , but I knew I couldn’t go there. Dragging my body off the bed, I took a long shower. Once done, I managed to style my hair and put some make-up on. Memories of Taylor the night before made my heart skitter inside my chest throughout the routine of getting ready.
    I had decided that today I would pretend like last night wasn’t awkward at all. Taylor was a decent guy. I suppose, he could be slotted in the “gentleman” section.
    I gave my reflection a once over and found satisfaction in what I saw. I perked up before I left the bedroom. What greeted me , though, was not what I had expected. There were four girls outside enjoying the mid-sized pool, overlooking the sea. What caught my interest was the fact that Taylor was with them. Engaging and obviously enjoying the attention these women gave him.
    The outdoor dining table had food and pastries scattered about. Lindsey was on the other end typing her fingers away. She looked up when she saw me pull up a chair and join her. “Hey, you missed lunch again!” 
    I gave her a small smile. “Nothing new there. Go back to whatever you’re doing. I’m going to eat and go through my phone.”
    Lindsey quickly glanced at the playful women. “Those were the New Yorkers I met last night. They seem to have taken a major interest in Taylor. I think they’re trying to see who gets him first. It’s like a competition.”
    I don’t care about him and his stupid women . “That’s awesome! The guy needs some lovin’, too.” I may not mean it, but it sounded believable. No matter how loud they got, I trained myself not to look in their direction. Instead, I poured myself a cup of coffee and loaded my plate with food.
    “You don’t sound that convincing to me, but okay, whatever you say,” said the doubtful woman as she typed away on her keyboard.
    I didn’t even try to argue with her, I simply wasn’t in the mood. In dire need of some distraction, I pulled my phone out of my purse and turned it on. There was a message from Mom, Amber and lastly, from Harry . My hand shook at the mere sight of his name on my phone for the first time in a month. Truly, I never expected him to contact me again. Like the true masochist that I was, I opened his message first.
     
     
    Check your email, please.
    H
     
     
    What did he want to say to me that he couldn’t have sent on a text message?  
    Curious, and certainly dying of desire to know what his email might be, I turned my attention to the woman still tapping away on her computer next to me. “Linds, is it okay if I could use your laptop? I need to check my email really quick.” My data plan for my mobile didn’t work around here. I forgot to inform my carrier that I was traveling abroad.
    “Yep, I have to call home, anyway. Not to mention, Carter’s been really annoying. I have to call him back.” Lindsey saved her work, and after a few clicks, she got up and handed me her laptop.
    I made sure she left before I checked my email. The noise the people in the pool made could barely mute the loud, thudding sound my heart was making when I clicked to open the electronic letter.
     
    There’s no excuse for my actions. I know it