Secret Designs (SECRET DREAMS, BOOK 2)

By: Miranda P. Charles

CHAPTER ONE

ARIELLE MITCHELL SHOOK HER HEAD, unable to believe the passionate woman who’d been unleashed last night. She’d never been that responsive, energetic, or—okay—damned horny with anyone else before. If she hadn’t known Dylan Summers beforehand, she might even suspect he’d put an aphrodisiac in her drink or something.

Well, come to think of it, she really didn’t know Dylan. She’d only met him once before, when her friend Jasmine Allen had pleaded with her to accompany her to Dylan’s birthday party six weeks ago. They’d only stayed for fifteen minutes, so she hadn’t even talked to Dylan that much.

Yes, Dylan could very well be someone who would put an aphrodisiac in a woman’s drink. What else could have made her so lustful last night?

She snorted at her ridiculous thoughts. Don’t blame someone else for your wild and wanton ways, Ari!

Okay, then. The truth was Dylan turned her on. Really turned her on. He turned her on enough that she’d found herself doing things she’d never done before.

“Hi, Ari!”

Ari jumped at the sound of Jasmine’s voice on the other end of the line.

Oh, right. She’d almost forgotten the phone against her ear—almost forgotten that she’d called Jasmine. To confess. Geez.

“Hi, Jaz,” she responded. “Am I calling too early? Am I disturbing you guys?” She grimaced at the thought that Jasmine’s boyfriend, Kane, might be listening in on their conversation.

“No, it’s fine,” Jasmine answered. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s okay,” she said, trying to sound casual. “I just want to tell you something before you hear it from someone else.”

“Okay.”

Ari inhaled deeply, then spilled it out. “Last night when I went out with my workmates for Friday night drinks, I bumped into Dylan, Kane’s brother. And, uh... well... I slept with him.”

“What?” Jasmine asked in surprise.

“It was just a one-night stand,” she explained hastily. “We’re both very clear on that and we’re both okay with it. I wanted to tell you because I’m not very good at keeping these things to myself. And it was already starting to bother me that you might hear it first from Dylan or one of his friends instead of me.”

“Okay,” Jasmine said, still sounding shocked from the news.

“You’re fine with it, right, Jaz? And Kane would be okay with it too?” she asked worriedly.

“Of course. As long as you and Dylan are okay with it.”

“Yes, definitely. Like I said, we’re both very clear it was just a one-night stand and we’re both totally fine with that,” she said, feeling the need to repeat herself.

“Then there’s no problem.”

“Good. Well, I’ll let you go. Please let Kane know what I just told you. I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Ari put the phone down on her coffee table with a relieved sigh, glad that was out of the way. She stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, the stiffness of her muscles and the delicious soreness between her legs making her blush. Unbidden, her recent physical exertions played back again in her head. Where the hell was the stop button for her memory banks?

Enough already, she berated herself as desire continued to unfurl within her.

“It was just a one-night stand, Ari,” she said out loud as she poured granola, then milk, in a bowl. “Forget about him. It won’t happen again. It can’t happen again.”

She plonked in a chair with a heavy exhale and knew it wouldn’t be easy to push away the last ten hours from her memory. The image of a gorgeous, dark-haired, blue-eyed guy with a seriously hot, muscular body loomed large in her thoughts. Dylan Summers was way too hunky to be forgotten quickly—especially when he’d just given her the best night of sex in her life.

She propped an elbow on her dining table and rested her chin on her hand, breakfast forgotten. She’d only had three hours’ sleep. She was tired, but if Dylan were still around she would be keen for more sex.

Goodness, hadn’t she been the one who’d instigated the last round after they’d woken up? Well, she’d had to. She wouldn’t have another chance. Dylan had only agreed to a one-night stand.

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