I Slept With a God

Chapter 7

Waking up I didn't open my eyes at first. My mind was flickering with flashes from the night before. Paul's tongue running all over my body. His hands touching me in all the best places. His smirks of satisfaction every time any little noise escaped my lips. But I remember what happened last time I spent a night with him. I woke up and I was somewhere else, nobody remembering anything had ever happened. It must have been a dream, and I needed to prepare to wake up back in my new apartment again.

But then I felt fingers brush my cheek, hair being pushed from my face. "Wake up, babygirl." that low, alluring drawl was in my ear. I took in a deep breath, not believing it. Was I still dreaming? I slowly opened my eyes, his blue ones meeting my gaze. A grin appears on his lips as he looks down at me, his arms pulling me into his chest. "Good morning."

I just stared back at him in silence at first, still trying to accept that I was not, in fact, crazy. "Am I dreaming?" I eventually asked, knowing it would make me sound stupid, but also not really caring.

Paul didn't hesitate to laugh, throwing his head back in amusement. "No, my little muse. You are not asleep." He leans his head forward to press a kiss to my lips. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him back, following his lips when he pulled away. "Not now. We need to get you some food and talk first." he started pulling away and I froze for a second, blinking as I tried to comprehend those words.

"Talk?" I started to sit up, feeling a bit nervous now.

Paul nodded, still smiling at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Yes, we originally came up here to talk, but it seems with got a little distracted last night." He flashed a wink at me, and I felt my nerves calming down, even though I wasn't sure what we needed to talk about. Saying you needed to talk almost always lead to something bad, after all.

"Can I use your shower?" I could feel the dried sweat all over myself. I felt very unattractive.

"Sure, it's over there." He pointed towards a closed, white door. "I'll make you some breakfast while you freshen up." I nod, grabbing my clothes from the floor before he put a hand on my arm, stopping me. "I'll leave something clean to wear on the bed for you, baby." I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to leave his apartment wearing his clothes, but something compelled me to go with it.

"Okay," I left my clothes on the floor, smiling at Paul before moving into the bathroom. It was huge. There was a bathtub easily big enough for four people, a huge walk in shower, the toilet had its own door, and the sink was on a huge counter. Most of it was white, but it was accented in several places with gold laurel wreath type patterns, a few green leaves as well.

As I turned on the water, it almost immediately hit the perfect temperature. My sore muscles relaxed quickly, mind wandering to what Paul might want to talk about. He was really attractive and, of course, fantastic in bed, but I really wasn't looking for a relationship right now. It was supposed to be a one night stand, although a confusing one as Courtney didn't remember it, but it somehow had turned into two. Was he going to proposition me? Was he going to ask us to be friends with benefits?

That idea did sound appealing, but I knew I would fall for him if I let that happen, and I didn't want to be in love again any time soon. My heart still ached over Joe, I didn't want to be hurt and pining at the same time. But when I was with Paul, I forgot Joe even existed.

No, I couldn't rely on a man for my needs, not s****l or emotional. I was going to have to turn Paul down and avoid him from now on. I needed time to heal. Turning off the hot water, I stepped out of the shower, drying myself off. Upon stepping into the bedroom, however, I was surprised to find a dress on the bed. It was a deep red dress, and it looked like it would fit my figure perfectly. I suddenly grew wary, wondering why he had woman's clothing in his apartment. But looking between the dress and my dirty clothes on the floor, I still went for the dress, combing through my hair before leaving the bedroom and finding myself in the dining room.

Paul didn't look at me at first, back turned as he was cooking. I felt my eyes tracing down his back, looking at every twitch of his toned muscles. He had put on a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and he was whistling a soft tune that sounded better than any song I had ever heard. I sat down at the counter, watching him in silence for a moment.

"You're not married or in a relationship, are you?" I finally pulled myself from my trance long enough to ask about the dress. I didn't want to be sleeping with a taken man. I was not that kind of woman.

Paul finally turned around, holding out two plates of food. He moved around the counter to sit next to me, placing one plate in front of me. "Of course not, baby. I just had someone bring a dress for you." I gave him a skeptical look, not believing him at first. But with that smile? It was hard to doubt him.

"Okay," I relented, breaking my gaze to start eating. He watched me eat in silence for a bit before taking a bite of his food. "What did you want to talk about?" I finally ask, the question burning inside of me.

"I heard that you recently got dumped, is that true?"

I tensed a bit, wondering where he heard that from, but I didn't want to lie. "Yes." I replied, although my body language was tense.

"What happened?" One of his hands dropped to rest on my thigh, and I felt a warmth spread through there, my body relaxing a bit.

"He proposed to my sister." I was going to leave it there, but I felt like I needed to say more. "I had seen the ring in his coat pocket before going with him to see my family for Thanksgiving. At dinner, I saw my sister had the ring on her finger."

Paul frowned for the first time I had seen, thumb rubbing soft circles on my leg in a way that felt comforting. "He's not worth your time, beautiful." I didn't reply, going back to eating my food. "I don't really do relationships, hookups being more my style. But something about you is different, Olivia. I feel the need to help you. Why don't we get some revenge? I need a date for a few holiday parties with my coworkers and friends, and in return I'll can go to any events you have and we can show your ex what he left behind?"

I dropped my fork, eyes turning towards him, "You want to date just for the holidays?"

Paul shrugged, smiling innocently now. "Absolutely. What do you say? Are you in?"

And although I wanted to say no, knowing I could either end up absolutely hating him or I could end up falling in love with him, my mouth still spoke without considering all of these factors. "Yes."