“Everlee. I need your words.”
“Yes, sir.” I mumbled, curious to see if it would get the same result as before.
His eyes ignited again, but he maintained his calm. He cocked his head to the side as if he was testing something and responded quietly. “Good girl.”
There it was. I forgot how to breathe for a second. That was the second time I said that to him. I had never… before… but. His hand gently grabbed my chin and tilted it up to look at him, our eyes yet again caught in a stare. They were mesmerizing in person, electric blue… and fuck. Sexy as hell. There were no other words to describe them. His other hand gently patted a scrape on my forehead. My heart was pounding a hole out of my chest, the same time butterflies were erupting in my stomach. What was happening to me? I was feeling lightheaded and woozy.
“My Cupid… in… armor.”
Darkness swooped in like a raptor for its meal.
Don’t push the intercom button when you’re getting off in the shower.
Thesunwasshiningdown on my face as my cheek brushed the soft silk sheets.
Wait.
Where was I?
I slowly opened one eye and didn’t recognize the room I was in.
Fuck. Where the hell was I?
I closed my eye and tried to remember the events from last night, but was having a hard time. Then slowly, it started coming back, piece by piece. The party, the dancing, the creep, the bathroom with Callum and then nothing.
My eyes shot open. I was in a loft space with a contemporary industrial feel. The room was large with brick walls, hardwood floors, exposed metal beams, and floor to ceiling windows trimmed in black metal. There was a chair in the room's corner and a dresser along the wall.
I rolled over and found an open shower that was as large as my entire apartment and another chair in the corner of the room with a man sitting in it.
I let out a mangled sound as I pulled the sheets up to my chin and rolled into a ball.
“Hey there. Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s me, Emmett, from the club.”
I shook my head, not able to place him. How much did I have to drink last night?
“Bartender.” He lifted his shirt, showing his nipple ring.
I felt my body relax a little, even though I was still confused as fuck.
He held his hands up. “You’re ok. You’re safe. You’re in Callum’s room, but he slept on the couch. Your phone is beside you on the nightstand charging. Lizzy was worried about you, but Callum texted her and said you were fine and would call her this morning.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw my phone there just as he said, with a missed call and several unread text messages.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just worried about you, and Callum thought you’d freak out less if you saw a somewhat friendly face.”
“Callum? Where am I? What happened?”
“I don’t know all the details, but while Callum was cleaning you up last night, you passed out.”
“I passed out?”
“Sometimes adrenaline spikes can do that.”
“How did I end up here?”
His lips pulled. “Like I said, I don’t know all the details. Callum is waiting for you downstairs. Breakfast is also cooked. I made pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, and eggs Benedict. Along with a tray of fresh fruit. I didn’t know what you’d want.”
“Thank… you?”
