His eyes hold mine for a few more seconds, as if he’s waiting for me to argue.
I swallow any words that want to spill free, because more than saying them, I really need to get out of Cole’s bed and put some clothes on.
Not a second later, he’s standing to his full height and turning his back on me.
My chin drops at the sight of his muscles rippling as he walks into his dressing room. Jesus. The back is just as incredible as the front. I can’t even begin to imagine how many hours it takes to create a body like that.
He shuffles around while I continue sitting there with the sheets clutched to my chest, waiting for him to emerge so I can dart across the hall and into the room I’m meant to be in.
I could go now, but Murphy’s law tells me that the second I attempt to escape, he’ll appear, and he’ll get an eyeful of my ass as well as my tits.
Christ.
With that image in my head, I stay put and just wait.
The scent of his cologne wafts through the air a beat before he emerges, now dressed in a pair of sweats and a fitted white T-shirt. He might be covered, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the image of his almost naked body burned into my brain.
“Take your time. I ate before we left, so I can wait a while yet,” he tells me as he makes his way to the door. “There’s a bottle of water and some Tylenol on the nightstand for you.”
My head twists, and just like he said, there they are, waiting.
“Thank you,” I breathe as he walks out the door.
“Don’t beat yourself up over this, Freya. I know it was an accident.”
“I still have a job?” I ask in a rush before he disappears.
He chuckles. “Of course. I’ll see you in a few.”
I sit frozen in the middle of his bed until his footsteps have long faded.
Once I’m confident that he’s as far away as he can be, I drop the sheets and eagerly reach for the painkillers.
What I really need to do is curl back up under his soft sheets while they begin to kick in and lessen the pounding in my skull. But I can’t stay in his bed any longer.
I count to ten, and then I throw the covers off my body and slowly walk toward the door.
My head spins, and my stomach sloshes a little. I’m desperate to pee, but I need to be in the safety of the guest room before I do anything.
I pause at the door, trying to summon up the courage to dart across the hallway.
Cole has gone. He’s not out here waiting to watch your walk of shame.
I shake my head, wishing the embarrassment would subside. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be something I’m forced to live with for a while.
Who the hell gets so drunk that they sleep in their boss’s bed instead of the one they’re supposed to?
It’s like something you watch in a movie or read in a book. Although, usually, I’m pretty sure that would end with a little more…pleasure.
Christ, Freya. Get your head out of the gutter.
Just because you’ve almost seen the guy naked, it doesn’t mean you need to start fantasizing about him.
But those shoulders…
Forcing the images from my head, I straighten my spine and pull the door open.
The guest room is right across the hall, waiting for me.
