“Fair enough.” He said roughly, “And these?” He reached out, making my breath catch, but he only tapped my sparkly cat ears. I’d forgotten I was even wearing them.
“Just something I picked up along the way.” I said, eyes glued to his chest again.Those abs, you could probably climax just rocking over those abs, there were that many grooves.
He sat there for a long moment, broad chest rising and falling rapidly before he asked, “Who did you go out with, anyway? Are the girls home too?”
“Nobody.”
“Seriously, who?” His tone was protective, and my vagina clamped around nothing. Sheesh, I was struggling out here.
“No, I literally went out alone.” I shrugged, cataloging this moment away to use for later. Did that make me a bad person?
“You went out by yourself, looking like that?”
“Mhmm?”
“Christ, Sara.” Carter muttered with a shake of his head. “It’s a wonder you even made it here in one piece. You’re plastered, you know that, right?” He turned serious. “You didn’t drive, did you?”
Rude. I wouldneverdrive drunk, and he knew that. “Of course not. I had a creepy Uber driver take me home.” I snapped, realizing my last jello shot was coming back for me with a vengeance.
Carter’s warm brown eyes darkened to something lethal and sharp. “What?”
“Yeah, he was asking me all these questions. Do I have a boyfriend? Was this my house? Was I alone tonight?” I waved my arm around and quickly regretted it as a wave of nausea hit mehard. “He might even still be down there, because I couldn’t get the door code to work at first, and he just sat there and watched me.” I pressed my hand against my lips. I knew I should have skipped that last jello shot. Maybe the last three.
Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke.
Carters stood up abruptly, jostling the bed.
Oh God.
DO NOT PUKE IN HIS BED, SARAFINA.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Carter stormed down the hall, the vein in his neck ready to pop.
I watched the gilded ceiling move in waves, wondering if I was going to pass out, as hours worth of drinking suddenly caught up with me all at once.
A few minutes later, Carter came back into the room, startling my eyes open. “Fucker was skulking around down there, looking into the windows.” Carter fumed, shutting the door firmly.
“What did you do?” I asked halfheartedly. Carter was here, and I was safe now, so who the fuck cared what happened to the string bean with a mustache.
“I sent him packing.” Carter paced the room, a strand of his hair falling over his face as he shook his head. When he finally stopped, he put his hands on his hips and just stared at me for a long minute, and the intense weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear. “I’ll contact the company and deal with it tomorrow.” He finally sighed, expression softening, as he raked a hand through his hair, pushing it back.
“What do you mean?” I asked, closing my eyes to slow the spin of the room. No, that was worse, definitely worse. That made it feel like I was careening down the Alice in Wonderland hole, towards hell itself. I opened my eyes again and tried to focus on Carter’s face instead. Such a nice face.
“It means I’m going to take care of it.” He said matter-of-factly.
His utterly pissed off, protective streak waskind of cute. I wondered if I’d ever seen him this upset, and damn if that didn’t stir something in me. I squeezed my thighs together, wishing I could do something, anything, just to ease the throbbing between them. The ache was painful at this point.
Carter’s gaze drifted down as if he could read my mind, as if he could tell I was slick as a horny little otter. Smooth too, I’d waxed.
“Do you have any clothes here?” He asked rather sharply.
I nodded to his dresser, covering my mouth as I burped quietly and prayed nothing else came up.
Carter chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course you unpacked.” He opened the drawers one by one until he found the drawer I’d stashed all my stuff in. He dug around, jaw flexing for a moment before he silently continued looking. “How many days have you been here?” He asked quietly.
I sighed, twirling a strand of hair around my finger, relieved that the drunken feeling had finally peaked. The room was still spinning, but at least it didn’t seem to be getting any worse now. “I don’t know, maybe three.”
“Sara.” Carter looked over his shoulder.
