Looking Out For Love by Sophia Money-Coutts EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Sophia Money-Coutts
- Language: English
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STELLA SHAKESPEARE LONGED FOR love. She longed for love so much that it
felt like a dirty secret, something that she should hide lest her desperation put
others off. She wanted all-consuming, can’t-think-about-anything-else, can’teven-manage-to-eat kind of love.
What she found beside her in bed that morning was definitely not love.
She lifted her face from the pillow and frowned at the unfamiliar
headboard. A studded leather headboard. She didn’t remember that from last
night.
To the side, she noticed a strange bedside table on which there was a
glass of water – full – which would explain why her tongue felt like a boiled
owl.
At the sensation of someone stirring under the cover beside her, she
looked right at a head of dishevelled black hair she didn’t recognise, and a
pair of broad, male shoulders.
The stranger made a waking-up groan and Stella looked back to the
leather headboard. What sort of man had a leather headboard? Or maybe even
pleather. Stella reached her fingers towards it. Yes, pleather. This definitely
wasn’t love.
‘Morning,’ came a low drawl.
Seconds later, Stella felt a hand slide along the back of her thigh and over
her bottom.
‘What time is it?’ she asked, ignoring the hand as it snaked up her back.
The audacity! He hadn’t even looked at her yet.
The hand retracted itself and he raised his head to squint at his watch. His
hair was obscuring his face so Stella’s eyes slid to the curve of his bicep as he
pushed himself back from the mattress. Where had she found this guy? She’d
been in the pub, having drinks with Billie, and then Jez had shown up and
insisted on taking Billie home, but Stella wanted to stay. It was a Wednesday
night. It wasn’t illegal to stay up past ten on a Wednesday night. So she’d
stayed, and chatted to Jack behind the bar for a bit, and then, well, Stella
wasn’t entirely sure.
‘Nearly nine,’ he replied.
‘Nine! I need to go.’ Stella looked down and noticed a black smear the
size of a thumbprint on her pillow. ‘I’ve got some mascara on this, sorry.’
She glanced at him and was met with an easy smile.
He was attractive, actually. Thick stubble lined his jaw and his eyes –
green, alert, betraying no signs of a hangover – softened as they met hers. He
looked as if he could advertise a new line of coffee pods. Stella mirrored his
smile as she remembered flashes of the previous night:
his body moving
above hers, his mouth hot against her neck, his hands running down her arms,
holding her, teasing her, the confident way he’d shifted her around, as if she
was an instrument he was playing for the pleasure of them both. It had been
good, Stella recalled, still smiling. Really good. Maybe she could stay in bed
for a few more minutes. She couldn’t possibly fall in love with this stranger,
but lust was very different to love.
‘Don’t worry,’ he replied, nodding towards the mascara, one side of his
mouth curving higher. ‘Probably not yours.’
There was a brief pause while Stella digested the implication before she
kicked her legs free from the duvet and stood. ‘I need to go.’
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