“Around that,” I admit.
“See! Fucking date. And then what? Tell me everything. It’s distracting me from puking.”
I turn the heat up on the shower since it looks like I’m going to be here for a while. I don’t want to turn it off because I don’t know who else is awake and I don’t really want all her friends hearing about my wild night.
“We had drinks. And went for a walk.”
“Where?”
“Down the strip.”
“And?”
And we got married.
“And we went back to his hotel.”
Funny howthatis the tamer part of the story.
Well, I wouldn’t call what he did to me last night tame. I look down at my knees which are in fact still red from being flipped onto all fours before he fucked my very soul from my body.
But it’s the less embarrassing part of the story.
“Yeah you did!” Kate grins, reaching for the now very warm champagne and taking a swig. “See? I told you this trip would be good for you! You’ll never be the same and I think it’s for the better. And the best part is, you never have to see him again. It’s a win-win.”
I smile but it tips downward ever so slightly in one corner of my mouth. The idea of leaving everything that just happened behind me is obviously ideal.
I have a life to get on with.
I have a job that starts tomorrow.
I have a role to play.
A role that doesn’t involve Vegas and drinking fancy cocktails and frolicking down the streets of Vegas like a schoolgirl.
A role that doesn’t have space for thoughts of sexy men and the things they do to my usually very steady heartbeat, among other parts of my anatomy.
And the thought of all of that, makes me just the tiniest bit sad.
Chapter 6
Callum
Iwake up to the smell of my own breath.
Margaritas.
“Fuck…”
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a hangover. I can usually hold my liquor. And I don’t typically drink enough to get hammered either. But last night…last night I did a lot of things I don’t usually do.
The shots.
The auction.
Jesus Christ.
The auction alone tops my list of things I wouldn’t admit to doing even with a gun pressed to my head.
