her knees like she was trying to comfort herself. He sat on the edge of the closest chair to her, not knowing what to say.
“I’m sorry.” Annie spoke first. She lifted her head up and looked at Cam. Tears were falling down her cheeks, which were red with embarrassment.
“What? Why are you sorry? You’ve got nothing to be sorry for at all.”
Annie sniffed and let out a sigh. She was feeling all mixed up inside. Was Tracey right? Should she just move back to Nashville and carry on with life as it was? No, that wasn’t the answer. Annie was actually more concerned about what Tracey had said about Cam. Was he a player? Women did give him a hell of a lot of attention. Why would a famous and drop dead gorgeous man be spending time with her if it wasn’t just for sex?
“Annie, talk to me. What’s going on up there in that mind of yours?”
“I just….It’s just….” She didn’t know how to ask him.
“Is it just sex? Is that the reason you’re with me? Am I just some foreign booty that has caught your interest while you are getting over your concussion? Is that it?” Annie stood and was now angry. Angry at herself for thinking someone like Cam would find her appealing. Angry with Tracey for turning up here. Angry at the thought of Cam using her for sex. Part of her didn’t want to confront him because she feared his answer. She was a nobody. He was a somebody. He wouldn’t or couldn’t want her. Now, she felt used. Her good feelings had completely disappeared and she considered asking him to leave rather than have him answer the question. Before she could express what she was feeling,
Cam moved in front of her and grabbed Annie on either side of her arms. “Hey! Now wait just a minute. Don’t take your anger out on me.” He looked down at her and she was staring at him. “Your sister had no right to come here and say those things to you. You are an amazing woman. Don’t let her get to you.”
“But are you using me for sex?”
“Annie, I have spent the last week with you. If I were using you for sex, I would have taken you that first morning at my place. Trust me; I wanted you. I wanted to throw you over the kitchen counter and take you there and then but something in my gut told me you were different. That I needed to take it slower with you. I’ve done that.”
“You’ve done that?” Annie said with indignation. She stood to her full height and crossed her arms across her body.
“Oh, shit!” He ran his hands back and forth through his hair as he stood up and paced the balcony. He moved toward her until their noses were nearly touching and said, “Annie! Listen to me. You make me want to stop and take my time with you. I’m in no hurry when I’m around you. I want to enjoy each and every moment that we share. Yeah okay, it’s never been like this in the past but please, give me a chance. I’m probably gonna fuck things up and if I do, I won’t mean to. You, my Nashville Angel, have sparked something inside of me and I don’t want to let you go.”
Annie just stared into his blue eyes trying to work out if he meant it. Shit! It was time for her to take a leap of faith too. Grabbing his head and pulling it toward hers, she kissed him hard on the mouth. Cam was caught with surprise but then took over and pushed her back against the wall of the hotel. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, pushing his rapidly growing erection against her core. Annie’s hand suddenly smacked him on the chest.
“Wait a minute,” she said breathlessly.
“What the….”
“Let’s take this inside. We don’t want you making the headlines for something other than your sporting prowess, now do we?”
“No, ma’am. Then everyone would know I am good at something other than surfing.”
Annie looked at him and smiled. “I haven’t seen you really surf, so there is no comparison yet.”
“Cheeky girl.” He carried Annie inside and threw her on the bed. She knew she was about to be shown a good