Had Stone really just given me the go ahead to fuck around? Boy, that was a clear message that he didn’t care and that there wasn’t now, nor would there ever be, anything between us. Not that I’d wanted anything. I wasn’t naive. Just because the man had given me two of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, just because he’d kissed me like he owned me, didn’t mean shit. He was a cold-hearted bastard. Well, he didn’t have to worry about me. Getting involved, especially emotionally, with any man right now wasn’t on my agenda. Maybe I should fuck around just to show him that I don’t care either, I thought to myself. Then we’d both be clear on what we expected—or didn’t expect—from one another. I shook my head, disgusted with myself for even giving it a thought. I wasn’t a whore. I liked sex as much as the next person, but I had to feel something for the other person. The first moment I’d looked into Stone’s eyes I’d felt something, a connection, but I’d chalked that up to lust.
