He pointed to the door to the right of the bed.
I headed to the bathroom and flipped on the light. Talk about a room you’d never have to leave. A large tile shower big enough for forty-two thousand people (really... not kidding) and six (counted ’em... six) shower heads. Two sinks were nestled in a long vanity with gorgeous cherry wood cabinetry. The heated tile floor felt amazing under my feet and I passed a huge soaking tub on my way to the little room that housed the toilet. After doing my business I took a minute to study my reflection. God, I looked awful.
“Dani?” Austin called. I was grateful he didn’t come in. “Babe?”
“Just a minute.”
“You okay?”
“Other than looking like a zombie, I’m great.”
He chuckled. “I doubt it’s all that bad.”
“I wish I had my makeup remover.”
“Check the medicine cabinet,” he called.
I pulled it open and found all of my favorite face creams, toners, cotton rounds, and toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Towels under the sink,” Austin said.
“Thanks.”
I took a few minutes to freshen up and then padded back into the bedroom. I was alone, so I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and went looking for him. I found him in the kitchen, a bottle of ibuprofen in his hand. “How do you feel?” he asked, all sexy like wearing only a pair of cotton pajama bottoms.
“Hung over,” I said. “What time is it?”
“Four.”
“In themorning?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“I never wake up this early,” I complained.
“Probably the alcohol.” He chuckled. “Like your outfit.”
“I seem to be missing my clothes.” I glanced down my body. “I’m assuming I can thank you for that.”
“You were pretty wasted... figured you’d be more comfortable that way.”
I frowned. “Are we going to talk about last night?”
“If you need to.”
“Um, yeah, I need to, Austin. You held me against my will and left me to get drunk in a dark, isolated office.”
“I did.”
“You’re not even going to deny it?” I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was.
“Nope,” he said, and opened the bottle of pain relief.
“I hate you so much right now.” I stomped my foot and turned on my heel. “I’m leaving.”
I stormed back the way I came, let myself into the bedroom, and made a valiant effort to find my clothes.
“They’re not in here, babe.”
