Half Empty (First Wives, #2)(59)

Room service was a phone call away.

Trina slowly disengaged her leg from Wade’s to keep from waking him. Just when she thought she’d managed the hardest part, Wade wrapped the arm she was using for a pillow around her.

“Hmmm,” he hummed.

“You’re pretending to be asleep.”

He shifted to his side, kept his eyes closed as he wrapped a leg over her hips. “I’m still dreaming.”

She gave up trying to sneak away.

“Is it a good dream?”

His free hand traced the side of her waist as he spoke. “Action packed with a happy ending.”

Trina relaxed her head and stared.

His eyes fluttered open and focused on her. “Hello,” he whispered.

“Hi.” She smiled.

“I have so many things I wanna say to you right now, but they all sound like lines in my head.”

“Are they good lines?”

“Cheesy, giddy lines of Holy cow, that was beyond the stars and back.”

Her chest rumbled next to his.

“I told you they were cheesy.”

She rested her hand on his bare chest and played with the smooth, sculptured skin she found. “We were pretty spectacular.”

He kissed the top of her head. “More than spectacular. Monumental. Epic. I think I wrote three new songs while you orgasmed.”

“Three?”

“At least.”

She liked the sound of that. She trailed her hand down his chest.

His eyes widened when he realized where she was going.

“Maybe we can write another three before we get out of bed.”

He stopped her hand.

“Darlin’, I’m out of condoms. Something I will fix within the hour.”

Trina couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“I just came off my tour and I’m not a saint. But as soon as I’m home, I’ll have my doctor check everything out, and you can have your way with me anytime you please, latex or not.”

Her smile widened. “That sounds awful exclusive, Mr. Thomas.”

He traced her jaw, his smile grew more serious. “The desire to even think about another woman hasn’t entered my head since we met.”

“It hasn’t been that long.”

“Doesn’t matter. I know what I want.”

“That’s sweet.”

“I’m serious.”

She lifted her head to stare into his eyes to see if he was. What she saw chilled her. “If what you want changes, you have to tell me. I’ll understand—”

He placed a finger over her lips. “I don’t want to give you that option, but I know it’s too soon. So I’ll make that deal. If something changes, I’ll be honest, but I want the same from you.”

He leaned up on his elbow and dropped his hand to her shoulder.

“I can do that.”

Wade sealed their deal with a kiss that didn’t go beyond a handshake with their lips. When he let her go, she turned to climb out of bed and paused. “What just happened here?” she asked more to herself than to him.

“You just told me you’re going to be my girlfriend.”

She glanced over her shoulder, her long hair falling over her bare breast.

“That’s bound to tick off your mother.”

Wade winced. “Do not bring my mother into this conversation, with you sittin’ there naked and tempting.”

Trina giggled when Wade leaned forward and took the back of her head in his hand and kissed her again. When she opened her lips to accept more, he moaned and broke it off. With a slight shove, he pushed her from the bed and patted her naked butt when she stood.

“You order food. I’m going to find a drugstore.”

Trina smiled all the way to the shower.



Wade had ducked out to follow up on the search for a value pack supply of condoms while Trina rinsed off.

Wearing a bathrobe and toweling her hair dry, Trina stepped out of the oversize bathroom in search of a room service menu. The second she walked into the living room, her stomach caught up in her throat and her heart jolted with fear.

Sitting at the dining room table was a long, lean woman dressed entirely in black. Her boot-clad feet were kicked up on an adjacent chair, and her right hand was playing with some kind of chain.

Trina backed up into the wall and caught her breath.

“Hello, Katrina.”

“Who are you?” Trina took another step back, intending to run for the phone and call for help.

“What does your boyfriend not understand about white on rice? He speaks English, doesn’t he?” The question unnerved her, especially since the woman spoke to Trina in Russian.

“Who are you?” Trina asked again, switching languages. She felt for the door behind her.

“I’m Sasha.” She dropped her feet to the floor but didn’t stand.

The name rang a bell in Trina’s head, but she couldn’t place her.

“Have we met?”

She shook her head. “No. But I know you. We have a mutual acquaintance.”

Trina waited.

“Reed.”

She felt her heartbeat start to slow. “You work with Reed?”

Sasha shook her head and stood. Even from across the room, the woman intimidated. A single ponytail held her hair back, the spandex pants and heeled black boots looked like something Catwoman would wear. The only thing this woman was missing was a mask.