“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Now?” Zoe asked, sounding so damn hopeful that he couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, not now, my eager little drunk. When you’re sober and you agree to my game plan.” And only then. He wasn’t stupid enough to completely trust Zoe to make this agreement until she knew what she was getting into and what he wasn’t willing to give her.
Chapter 15
Oh, God...
She was dying. There was no other explanation for the way she felt. Her head was pounding, her mouth felt like something had crawled inside and died and she felt sick to her stomach.
Hoping that today was Sunday and really having no other choice but to lay there even if it wasn’t, Zoe closed her eyes and prayed for death or unconsciousness and not really caring at the moment about which wish was granted.
Sometime later, she woke up feeling slightly better. Her stomach wasn’t as bad and her headache had dulled a bit. She turned her head and stared numbly at her dark windows, wondering if it was morning or night. One look at her alarm clock let her know that it was seven pm and that today was Sunday.
Well, Zoe thought, carefully getting out of bed, at least, she hadn’t missed work. She stumbled over to her bathroom and flicked on the light and winced when it nearly blinded her. Why was everything so bright, she wondered as she relieved herself.
A few minutes later, when she was more oriented and coordinated, she turned on the shower, thankful that it was at full blast. She loaded her toothbrush up with toothpaste and began the job of getting rid of the taste of old gym socks. After she brushed her teeth a second time, she gargled with mouthwash for an extra two minutes. Then, she climbed into the shower and groaned as hot water poured over her and made her feel more alive.
What the hell happened last night?
She couldn’t remember much, but she knew that would change. The few times she’d gotten drunk in her life, she had the misfortune of remembering everything that happened the next day, a rather nasty side effect of having a photographic memory.
A rather frightening thought occurred to her. What if she’d had sex? Did she make him wear a condom? Did she enjoy it? After a minute, she relaxed. No, she definitely didn’t have sex since she didn’t feel tender between her legs, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t done something equally stupid.
If she didn’t push it, she’d remember sooner. She knew the key was just to relax and let it come to her.
“You feeling better?” Trevor suddenly asked, making Zoe wince. Damn hangover making everything sound so sharp and loud, she thought.
“Yes, I think so,” she said loud enough to be heard through the wall. She wondered if Trevor had been a witness to anything stupid that she might have done.
“That’s good,” he said absently. “I took care of Toby today.”
“Oh, thank you,” she said loudly, feeling horrible that she’d neglected the poor baby.
“Zoe?”
“Yes?”
“Do you remember anything about last night?” he asked, sounding curious.
“Not yet, but I will,” she said, swallowing nervously. “Did I do something monumentally stupid?”
“You mean besides going to a bar to have sex with a complete stranger and getting drunk?” Trevor asked dryly.
She sighed with relief. If getting drunk was the only stupid thing she’d done last night, then she’d count herself lucky. Then she cringed when his words sank in.
He knew.
“I’m guessing I was pretty chatty last night,” Zoe said, trying to sound casual about the whole thing and praying that she’d been able to keep her mouth shut about some of the more embarrassing details.
“No. Not really unless you count letting everyone in the bar know how badly you wanted to have sex last night.”
“Damn it,” Zoe groaned. “Next time, I’ll have to make sure to pass on the liquid courage.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Trevor said firmly, making her frown.
