Chapter 81: Personal Sex Toy

Bradley rolled over and reached for Carissa only to find her side of the bed empty. And cold. He sat up and frowned. Yawning, he rubbed his hands over his face. Where the hell was she? He strained to hear if the shower was running, but he was met with silence. Her cell phone was still on the nightstand. That was a small relief - at least she wasn't sneaking around talking to Danny.

He flopped back down, not quite ready to get up just yet. Though, he did want to drag Carissa into his arms and hold her. Last night had been incredible and was a night he wouldn't ever forget. He hoped she wouldn't, either.

The bedroom door swung open, and Carissa walked in.

Bradley rolled onto his side, propped himself up on his elbow, and rested his head in his hand. "So, is this how things are going to be? Because if they are, I think I need to renegotiate our arrangement."

She tilted her head, confusion flashing across her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."