Now or Never

moving,” she said lazily.
    “I should tell you something,” Christopher said, clearing his throat.
    “Stop right there,” Grayson said as she tugged the sheet and tucked it under her chin. “We don’t have to go any further than a one-night stand. No spilling of secrets. I really don’t care or want to hear whatever you feel the need to tell me.”
    “I’m married,” he spit out as if she didn’t say a word.
    Married? Well, she really shouldn’t be surprised. Guess I can add home wrecker to my list of sins. She was convinced she was going to hell. “That’s ok. I’m emotionally unavailable anyway.”
    “You’re not freaked out?”
    “Why should I? I don’t even know you, and I’ll probably never see you again,” Grayson said shrugging it off.
    “That’s the thing. I want to see you again,” he said turning to the side his gaze met hers.
    “You’re not even from here,” she looked at him puzzled.
    “Yeah, but I travel—a lot. I could fly you out to see me.”
    “So, what you want me to do is be the other woman? Have a scandalous affair with you?” Grayson said as she laughed.
    “Just think it over. I get lonely and would love the company. I’m going to New York after here, and then California.”
    “What about your wife?”
    “I love her,” he said simply.
    “Obviously,” Grayson said sarcastically.
    “I do. We’ve just grown apart, and to say our sex life is lacking would be an understatement. But to be clear I have no intention of leaving her—ever.”
    The thought of traveling was somewhat appealing, and he was sweet and sexy, but he was married.
    “I don’t think so,” Grayson replied and tossed off the covers. “Let’s order. I’m starving,” she said, pulling on her underwear.
    Chris nodded his head. “I’m not giving up that easily.”
    “Do you always hook up when you’re out of town?”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “No. It’s not every day a young woman asks me to take them home.”
    Heat rose to her face. She was the one to pursue him. “I didn’t know you were married. You’re not wearing a ring.”
    He glanced down at his hand. “I don’t wear a ring when I work.”
    “Going to a bar is work?” Grayson looked at him like, yeah right buddy.
    “I mean when I’m gone, period. I just leave my ring at home.”
    “Your wife doesn’t mind?”
    “No, in my line of work most guys don’t wear rings,” he shrugged.
    “What’s your line of work?”
    “It would bore you.”
    “I doubt it,” Grayson told him as she tilted her head to look at him closer.
    The door bell rang, and room service was delivered. They ate and chatted like old friends. She was surprised to find she had connected with him so quickly. Maybe it was because nothing would come from their hook up, or maybe it was just that he seemed really interested in her.
    “So why are you emotionally unavailable?” Christopher asked as he buttered his toast. “I’m sure there is a sad story involved.”
    “I feel for a jackass, and it ended badly. Then I fell for a guy who isn’t as into me as I am him.”
    “Present tense huh? Sorry, but I find that hard to believe he’s not that into you.”
    Grayson reached for a napkin. “It’s complicated,” she said while mentally slapping herself in the face for bringing up Derrick.
    “Isn’t it always? Do you always tear apart napkins when you’re uncomfortable?”
    She looked down at the table and saw she had torn the poor napkin to shreds and wasn’t even aware of it. “Actually, he walked into the bar last night with another woman.”
    “Ah, it all makes sense now! Revenge sex. That hurts a little,” he said as he clutched his chest.
    “I wouldn’t call it that. I would have gone home with you, even if he hadn’t walked in—I think.”
    “Right place. Right time.” Christopher’s lip quirked up, “I’d thank him if I could. For the record, he’s a fool.”
    “I think I’m the fool. However, let’s talk about something else.”
    They spent the next hour asking each other questions, and getting to know the other better. It was nice, she learned more about this guy in one night then she had about Derrick in three months. How was that possible?
    When she got up to leave, Grayson grabbed the pen off the desk and scribbled her email address. “We’ll keep in touch, but no promises.”
    He smiled and pulled her into his chest. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. When he finally pulled away they