My movements became almost frantic under him. He responded by unclasping the snap of my jeans. I lifted my hips to allow him to slide them off when all hell broke loose.

By hell, I meant Severus, who decided at that moment to suddenly become an attack cat. In the dark room, neither Alec nor I had seen it coming, but judging by his reaction and the string of curse words that followed, Severus had gotten Alec good.

"Motherfucker. What is that?" Alec screeched, leaping off my bed like he had been zapped by electricity. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could faintly make out Alec dancing around my room with Severus clawed to his back. I tried not to laugh, but the howling coming from both of them was too hard to resist.

"Severus, no. Come here." I patted the bed, barely able to get the words out without laughing. Thankfully, he unlatched his claws from Alec's bare back and leapt onto the bed with me. He climbed on my lap, purring like nothing had happened.

Alec fumbled along my wall for the light switch. "What the hell was that, a tiger?" He twisted his head around trying to survey the damage on his back.

"Sorry. It's my cat, Severus. Maybe he thought you were attacking me, I guess? I don't know. He's never acted like that before. I didn't realize cats were protective like that." Severus flopped over on his back, prompting me to rub his belly the way he liked. "Did he get you good?"

"Protective?" he asked incredulously, turning around so I could see the thin streaks of blood running down his back.

"Holy shit." I leapt from my bed to help him, forgetting that I was essentially topless. Despite his obvious discomfort, Alec's eyes zeroed in on my ample breasts. I was ill prepared for being so exposed in the harsh light of my room. I snatched my shirt off the bed and tried to throw it on quickly, but the sleeves had been turned inside out. Clutching it in my fist, I pulled the balled-up shirt to my chest, trying to at least make sure my boobs were covered.

Alec walked toward me. He no longer seemed concerned about Severus or the scratches on his back. He took my hands, gently tugging on them until I released my death grip on the shirt. "We should have turned the light on from the beginning," he said, sliding his hands up my ribcage until he had cupped my breasts. "You're worth being appreciated in the light. Maybe I would have seen your attack cat too."

I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but I didn't want to laugh anymore. The way his hands stroked me reignited my passion like gas on a fire. "Sorry again about that. I guess he's not used to strangers being in my room. I think Olivia is the only person besides my family who's ever been in here."

"You don't bring guys home?" He dipped his head down and ran his tongue along my shoulder.

Momentarily distracted, it took me a second to answer him.

"Hmmm?" he prompted.

"You're the first," I admitted, trying not to blush.

He lifted his head. "First guy here?"

I swallowed hard. My virginity was my own business, but I felt he deserved to know. He would probably find out anyway. "First ever," I said, exhaling deeply. It was an embarrassing thing to admit considering we were about two minutes from changing that status anyway.

"First ever?" He pulled his hands away like I had a disease.

I wanted to tell him it was okay, that I wasn't expecting anything from him, but the words were locked in my throat. His reaction surprised me. Frankly, I didn't see the big deal. It wasn't like I was the last virgin on earth. If anything, I'd always heard guys were into being the first.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me. "You're a virgin?"

"Yes, so what?" Until now, I had always been embarrassed and even a little ashamed for my lack of sexual experience, but his tone was making me feel more defensive than I deserved. It was almost like he was expecting an apology or something. I stepped back and snatched my shirt from the floor to cover myself. I should have known this would turn out bad. Who was he to judge me? It wasn't like I just told him I had an STD. He should be glad to know I was squeaky clean, which was more than he could probably say.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "A virgin? How did I miss that?" He bent over to pick up his shirt off the floor. "I know how. I let my little head out think my big head." He spoke without even looking at me, like I wasn't in the room. I fucking hated that.

As he shrugged on his shirt, I had the sudden urge to slug him in the face. It may have been a bit immature, but for a second I was glad Severus had clawed him. "What the hell is your problem?" I asked, throwing on a tee shirt I had grabbed from my dresser drawer.

He sighed again, tugging on his shoes. "Look, Nicole. You're cool. And I'm not going to lie. I wanted this. More than I'd like to admit," he said, adjusting himself. "But I don't sleep with virgins."

His words slashed through me. They shouldn't have, but even as pissed as I was becoming, my armor wasn't that strong. I crossed my arms across my chest, trying to maintain my composure. My face was sure to give away my true feelings, but I couldn't let him see my hurt. "What does that even mean? Are you really that vain?"

"It's not you. It's just a rule I have. Virgins expect more. They want more, and they're willing to do whatever's necessary to get it."

"'Get it?' Because the it you have is so desirable?"

Two minutes ago the answer to that question had been a resounding yes. There was nothing I wanted from him except his body. What else did he have to offer? Nothing that I needed. I was quite happy with the path my life had taken. His rejection had taken all the appeal from him. The desire and lust that had been dictating my emotions for the last twenty-four hours was gone. I wanted nothing except for him to leave.

Luckily, it appeared we both agreed on that point. He couldn't seem to get out of my room and apartment fast enough. I was still standing flabbergasted in the middle of my room when I heard the front door softly close. The tears of anger, mortification and hurt I had been holding back came spilling out.

I robotically made sure the front door was locked before heading to my bathroom. Peering at myself in the mirror, my hands reached out to grip the sink when the full impact of his rejection hit me. I felt stupid. Tarnished.

Turning away from my mocking reflection, I stripped out of my clothes and twisted the knob of my shower to the hot setting. The water washed over me, mixing with my tears.

I stayed in the shower until I cried myself out and my attitude had hardened. To hell with him and his no-virgin rule. He could boink as many sluts as he wanted. I had clearly dodged a bullet. I only wished I didn't feel like I was lying to myself.

Chapter Seven

Music chimed from my cell phone the next morning to wake me up. Obviously, I would need to change that song now. When it played at the club while Alec and I danced, I had believed it was fate, but now it was a shitty reminder of a night gone badly. The sucky part was that I liked A Great Big World. I guess I'd have to find another one of their songs to use as a ringtone.

I reached for my cell phone without opening my eyes. "Yeah," I answered, already knowing it was Olivia. I even knew what her first words would be.

"Sleep all day, why don't you? You were supposed to text me. I need the details, slutbag," she demanded.

I sighed, opening my eyes. They felt raw, but were at least dry. I hated crying and couldn't believe I had succumbed to tears the night before. "What time is it?" I answered in a monotone voice.

"Almost one. Did you do it so many times you can't even get out of bed? Alec wouldn't spill any of the deets at the shoot this morning, so fess up."

I had forgotten about the shoot. At least I knew Alec had remained tight-lipped about what happened, but I couldn't figure out why. Maybe he assumed that since Olivia and I were friends that I would tell her. I'm sure he was also hoping what happened wouldn't affect his opportunity to earn money for the modeling gig. "There's nothing to tell," I said, rolling over.

"That's what Alec said too. Did you two rehearse your answers or something? What do you mean 'nothing'? I saw you two dancing. You were all over each other. I was sweating just watching you. Matter of fact, Taylor wanted me to thank you because he got lucky last night because of it."

I actually appreciated how funny that was, but I still wasn't ready to laugh. I couldn't even find a sarcastic retort. At least someone had gotten lucky last night. Not that I was blaming Olivia. This wasn't her fault. Sure, she'd been behind the blind date, but I knew she would never have orchestrated the whole thing if she knew what a dick Alec was.

"Nicole? Are you alright?" She sounded worried, and I realized several seconds had passed since her question.

"I mean, we didn't do the deed. He freaked when he found out I was still a virgin."

"No fucking way. You mean to tell me he did the old enter-and-retreat?"

Severus, who had been snuggled up along my side, stood up and stretched. I reached over and stroked my hand down his back. "We didn't even get that far. I told him beforehand."

"Why? Why would you mention it?"

"Does it matter why I mentioned it? What about the fact that it shouldn't matter?" I snapped at her.

She let out a loud breath of air. "You're right. It doesn't matter. He's an asshat. What guy doesn't want to bang a virgin? It's like the Holy Grail."

My anger dissipated instantly as a reluctant smile spread across my face. "I know, right? That's what I thought, but not to him, I guess."

"Did he give a reason?"

"Not really. Truthfully, I just want to put it behind me. Trust me when I say it wasn't my finest moment."

"I'm sorry, babe. It's his loss. I'm glad he didn't get to be your first. You deserve better. Your first time should be special."

I appreciated her loyalty. There was a reason Olivia and I had been friends for so long. We took care of each other first, no matter what. Besides, deep down, what happened between Alec and me last night had been special until he found out my secret and freaked. Even lying in bed now, I remembered his touch on my skin. The way he kissed me. The hardness of his body against mine. It felt wrong to have those thoughts in my head. They were traitorous. Thinking about him would do me no good.

Olivia and I chatted for a few minutes more. She even suggested she would find another model for my cover. I weighed the notion without replying. I honestly wasn't sure how I felt about it. Thankfully, Olivia dropped the subject, asking if I wanted to grab lunch. I declined the offer. My plans for the next couple days would consist of not leaving the house at all. I had several takeout menus on hand so I wouldn't starve, but I planned on submerging myself into my manuscript. I'd had enough human contact to last me awhile.

Olivia disapproved, but didn't push. Once we ended our call, I turned my ringer off. For the next forty-eight hours I was cutting myself off from the outside world.

I threw my hair up into a messy bun and pulled on my favorite pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt. To make sure I wouldn't get hot, I turned the AC down in my apartment. It was backward thinking, but I preferred it cold while I was writing.

Ten minutes later, I snuggled into my writing chair with a large glass of iced coffee. It wasn't as good as Starbucks, but it would have to do. Severus climbed up on the cat tree I kept between the window and my chair. I reached out to pet him while my computer booted up. He purred, appreciating the attention before curling up into a ball as I started to type.

Over the next couple of days, Severus and I didn't move except to scrounge for food, use the bathroom and to fall in a heap on my bed when my eyes refused to stay open a moment longer.

This particular writing marathon killed two birds with one stone. I finished my novel ahead of my deadline, and I was able to successfully push thoughts of Alec to the far recesses of my mind. Grudgingly, I had to admit his rejection helped my story. I was able to draw from my feelings and weave them into the story. In the end I was pleased with the way it had turned out.

Blurry eyed and more than a little dizzy from a lack of moving around, I headed to the bathroom to wash away the grime from two days without a shower. Feeling lazy, I decided to run a bath so I could shave my legs and spoil myself a little.

For the rest of the day I caught up on social media, contacting bloggers about my upcoming release, and preparing swag that I would need to send out on Monday.

Olivia had sent me an email with the cover while I had been in lockdown. I hadn't opened it yet. Alec's mocking face wasn't something I had been ready to see. In the end, I knew I was being ridiculous, so I finally clicked the link to open the file.

I studied the cover art for a few minutes, trying to analyze it for how well it captured the essence of my story rather than the fact that Alec's hypnotizing eyes were staring back at me. I had been wondering if I made the right choice by not telling Olivia to find another model. Seeing the finished product, I had to admit, I was glad I hadn't said anything. The cover for Wickedly Lovely was stunning. It was easily Olivia's best work to date. Natasha was as beautiful as ever, but it was Alec who brought the cover to life. Olivia had been right all along. He was a natural. Readers were going to immediately take to him. He embodied the very essence of the book boyfriend that all females wanted. Plus, he was a dead ringer for my main character, Harrison. Alec's face alone would make me want to pick up the book.

Along with the cover files, Olivia had also sent mock-ups for bookmarks and magnets, which she said she would order if I liked the proofs. I had a full schedule of indie book signing events during the coming months and the swag was good for promoting my titles. Hopefully, I could get some buzz going for the new series. The idea of launching something new scared the hell out of me. Just because my first series had done well didn't guarantee readers would take to my new stuff. I felt my writing had improved with each book, so hopefully that would be evident in the story.

That night I actually went to bed at a normal time. I guess I didn't realize how exhausted I had been. The cover for Wicked Lovely remained on my mind as I drifted to sleep. More accurately, Alec was on my mind, which carried over into my dreams. Distorted images of our failed night together filled my subconscious. We'd get right to the point of the actual deed and then something would interrupt us and we would start over again. It was frustrating and appealing at the same time.

Dreaming about near orgasms all night left me throbbing with desire by the time I finally woke before dawn. I debated taking a cold shower, but my body wanted more. Sliding my hand into my pajama bottoms, I could feel how wet the dreams had made me. I closed my eyes and conjured images of Alec and what he could have done with his tongue. My finger slid inside me easily as my body moved against my hand. I imagined it was Alec touching me. My breathing became labored and I moaned as if he were lying on top of me. I felt like I should stop, but my hand wouldn't cooperate. My release came almost immediately. I lay in bed motionless, wondering if I should feel bad for getting myself off over a guy who had rejected me.