Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

again, pulling it up to her neck, then went one step further and pulled the blanket over her head.

Damn, what a dream. Now she was having better orgasms asleep than when she was awake. So not fair. And why with Trent? They didn’t even like each other. She lusted after him, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have sex with him.

But it was such good sex. Maybe if she just closed her eyes….

No, no, no. Don’t even go there. Her head pounded.

Having dreams about sex might be good while she was having the dream, but it served only to make her more frustrated and sexually deprived in the light of day. Kind of like having a hangover without the fun of drinking.

She hoped Trent was going through the same thing! Why should she be the only one to suffer? Yeah, right. He was probably sleeping like a baby.

Coffee. That was what she needed. Maybe coffee would get last night out of her head.

She kicked the covers off and staggered to her feet.

Lots of coffee. Like maybe a gallon. And chocolate doughnuts. She knew there was at least one left from yesterday. Maybe two. She really needed chocolate.

Grabbing her robe, she headed for the bathroom. One look in the mirror and she knew it would take more than washing her face and applying makeup to cover the ravages left by her erotic dream.

A complete makeover might help. She stared at her reflection. Nope, even a complete makeover wouldn’t help her this morning.

She didn’t really care. Maybe she would scare the hell out of Trent and he’d leave.

She hung on to the rail as she went downstairs. Once at the bottom, she sniffed. Coffee? Oh, yeah, coffee.

Trent didn’t even look up when she entered. He was in exactly the same position as yesterday morning: head against the cabinet, hands braced on the counter as if he couldn’t hold himself up.

Again, he opened one eye and looked at her. “Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Good.” She went to the table. Her white box wasn’t there. She looked in the refrigerator. Not there, either.

“What are you looking for?” he asked as if her moving about was too much noise this early in the morning.

“Doughnuts. I know there was at least one left.”

When she raised her head she saw his guilty flush before he quickly looked away.

“That’s really dirty, Trent Sanders. I might be able to let it slide that you’re trying to ruin my career, but to eat the last doughnut? That’s about as low as a person can go.”

“Coffee’s ready,” he said, ignoring her.

She walked over and took the cup he offered. Their hands brushed. Tingles spread up and down her arms. For a few seconds it was almost as if the world stood still. Their gazes locked. Heat flared in his eyes.

They might as well have been standing in front of each other as naked as they had been last night in her dream. He looked at her the same way, with the same intensity.

Go away naughty thoughts, she begged. It was bad enough she had naughty dreams.

His brow furrowed as though he wanted to ask her something. Then he seemed to change his mind. She wondered what he was thinking. Probably about the peaceful sleep he’d had.

“The coffee smells good,” she stammered, wanting to clear her mind. She raised the cup to her lips, hoping to get any sexual images out of her head. “Tastes good, too,” she conceded. “Thanks.” She turned away and went to the table to sit. The doughnuts would’ve been nicer, though.

She peeked from lowered lids as she pretended to blow on her coffee. He leaned against the counter, looking thoughtful and not paying a lot of attention to her. Her gaze swept over him. He wore a loosely belted robe, his pajama bottoms and a pair of slip-on house shoes.

Her vision clouded, and suddenly he stood in front of her completely naked. Her hand trembled. She grabbed the cup with her other hand and set it on the table.

But it had been such good sex.

Really good sex.

No, it still wasn’t right, even if it was a dream. He was the enemy. Damned if she didn’t want to take a nap this afternoon, though.

He cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, she continued. “I think I’ll get dressed. Meet you back downstairs in about half an hour?”

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she said, taking her cup with her as she left. She breathed a little easier when she was away from the kitchen, and more especially away from Trent.

Good thing the coffee was strong. She needed something to clear her head of the sexy images of Trent running around naked.

Coffee and a nice bath should do the trick.

She grabbed clean clothes out of her room and went inside the bathroom. She set her cup down and reached across to turn the water on.

“You have circles beneath your eyes,” Dixie said before materializing on the counter by the sink.

Selena jumped, slapping a hand to her chest. “Do you have to do that?”

“No, but if I drifted in, I wouldn’t get nearly the reaction that I do now. My way is a lot more fun.”

“Unless you cause someone to have a heart attack.”

“You got something against being dead?”

“Yeah, I’d rather not leave earth before my time.”

“So anyway,” Dixie continued. “You do seem awfully chipper this morning. Did you sleep good last night?”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Bad night, huh?”

“The worst.” She shed her clothes and slipped into the tub of bubbles, sinking down into the warmth of the water until it covered her shoulders. This was nice. She closed her eyes.

“Nightmares?”

“You could say that.” Her dreams were leaving her more frustrated. Her brow furrowed as she thought of something. “You haven’t been fooling around with my subconscious, have you?”

“You know you have free will. Whatever dreams you’ve been having are your own fantasies.” A wicked smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Have you? Been having fantasies about Trent? I wouldn’t