My eyes dropped back to the covers, to my naked breasts peeking out the top. What the hell had I done? And why couldn’t I remember anything?
“No, no, no,” I mumbled, burying my head in my hands as I tried desperately to remember even the slightest detail about my adventures last night.
“I take it that’s a no on the coffee?”
“Please tell me this is just a bad dream.”
“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Flopping back in bed, I tugged up the covers when they came looseand showed off my breasts to the man in front of me. God, I was so stupid. I hadn’t even had that much to drink at the bar. How had I ended up in this condition?
“We were playing pool,” I mumbled.
“Yep, and you’re not very good, by the way.”
“That’s it,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling. “There’s nothing else. The night is just…” I waved my hand in front of me. “Blank.”
“Well, allow me to fill you in.”
I pressed my hands to my face, but that did nothing to block out the sound of his heavy footsteps moving across the room until he was right beside me. The bed sank from his weight and he tugged my hands from my face.
“You were absolutely stunning.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Honestly, I have never seen a woman quite the way I saw you last night. Every inch of you was absolutely stunning.”
Rolling over, I tried to bury my face in the pillows, but the covers came up from behind, leaving a cool breeze against my back, to which I promptly covered with a jerk of my hand.
“I can’t believe I did that! I don’t even remember it!”
“Well, that’s probably for the best.”
“Why?” Rolling back over, I stared at him with wide eyes. “Was it that bad?”
Grimacing, he brushed the hair back from my face, holding a strand out for me to see. The smell hit me instantly and I gagged, slapping a hand over my mouth.
“What is that?”
“That would be from number…three. No, I take that back. Number two landed on you. Number three was fine, but number four…” He laughed at that. “I have never seen a woman puke so delicately in all my life, yet still leave such a mess.”
Gaping at him, I tried to piece together what he was saying. “Wait, when exactly did you see all of me? Before or after I puked?”
“Somewhere between two and four.”
My jaw dropped open in shock. “I slept with you after I puked? That’s disgusting!”
Laughing, he got up and strode back over to the chair, taking his seat. “Please, there was little chance I was going to sleep with you anyway, but the deal was sealed when you tried to kiss me.”
“Why? What happened?”
“You flinched,” he answered, his face contorted in disgust. “And if I hadn’t moved away from you, vomit number one would have been in my mouth.”
Just the thought made me want to run for the bathroom, but frankly, my legs didn’t feel like they could take it at the moment.
“So…we didn’t…”
“No, I was a complete gentleman.”
