I laugh and wince all at once because the tiny monster inside my head is jackhammering away like a boss, probably etching the word “Whiskey” onto my skull as a reminder. “Come on. That’s so easy,” I scoff.
He raises an eyebrow. “Then tell me.”
I mentally flip through every possibility as quick as I can. Since I was drunk off my ass, there’s a high likelihood I wasn’t on top because…hello, I could barely walk.
Leo doesn’t look like the missionary type of guy either, so that’s right out the window immediately.
Two down and only a few hundred to go.
“Doggy,” I blurt out. I’m almost positive this guy is an ass man. If ass men had a look, they’d be Leo.
The smirk on his face turns into a full-on smile as he shakes his head.
“Against the wall,” I say, trying again. When Leo shakes his head again, I know there’s no way I can go on pretending that I can remember any goddamn second of last night. “Fine. I don’t remember.” I feel all kinds of whorish, like I need to run to the nearest church and beg for forgiveness in the confessional.
“You’re cute.” He slides his massive hand against my cheek and cups my face. “I didn’t think you were that drunk, or else…”
I glance away, trying to avoid his dark, penetrating gaze. “Now, he has morals,” I say before he can finish the statement.
“Hey,” he says, drawing my eyes back to his. “I always have morals, especially when it comes to women.”
Suddenly, I realize how very naked I am. I was so taken by his bare skin, I completely forgot I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and had done nothing to shield myself.
“Fuck.” I push his hand away and scramble to my feet, taking the top sheet off the bed with me. Wrapping the material around my body, I glance around the room, trying to find the monstrosity I wore last night. “Where’s my dress?”
He pitches his head toward the door. “In the living room.”
Living room?
“You have a suite?”
He shakes his head, and that cocky, drop-dead-sexy smirk is back. “We’re at my place.”
“I’ve got to go.” I rush toward the door, not giving two fucks about anything except getting the hell out of here.
Leo wraps his hand around my arm and hauls me backward. “Don’t you want a few memories to take with you?” There’s a smug grin on his face.
I glance down to where his hand is against my skin and grind my teeth. “You want to keep your cock?” I raise an eyebrow as I gaze up into his eyes.
“You’re feisty. I like it,” he teases before he releases his grip on my arm. “Tiger through and through.” I know he’s loving every moment of my misery.
I don’t even have time to ask what the fuck that means. I’m all kinds of sideways. “Pretend I don’t exist.” I run out of his bedroom, scrambling to find my dress to get the fuck out of his place.
Leo leans against the wall in the living room as I scoop my dress off the floor.
I drop the sheet, giving him a full view because he’s seen it all anyway. “Get your last look.” I yank the dress over my head.
Leo’s standing there, arms crossed, looking all kinds of sexy, with his cock waving in appreciation.
“It’s the last time you’ll see me,” I tell him.
“Bella.” He closes the space between us in three quick strides before taking my chin between two of his fingers. “You made promises last night.”
I gawk at him, blinking uncontrollably and totally lost. “What?” I ask him, not exactly knowing what the fuck he even means by that statement. “I was drunk. You can’t hold me accountable for anything I said or did.”
He slides his finger against my jaw as his thumb comes to a rest behind my ear. “It means we aren’t done. Not by a long shot,” he tells me, like he’s making all the sense in the world, and somehow, I’m just supposed to agree.
My eyes are locked on his. I can’t bring myself to look away, no matter how hard I try. “We can’t do this again, Leo.”
