“Okay, we’re good here, thanks for your input. Later,” Logan interrupted, then disconnected the call.
The room went tomb quiet as we both considered our next steps.
“What time is it?” I finally asked.
“Early,” Logan replied. “Like, shockingly early, which is a good thing, because we can get back to the ship before the day starts rolling. We need to head out ASAP.”
“I’m going to get cleaned up, give me five,” I said as I slid out of bed.
His shirt was long on me, but I still felt the need to pull it lower as I jogged to the bathroom.
I was shocked to find a fully stocked toiletry shelf, with luxury goods I’d only ever seen online. And next to all of the goodies? Two matching black track suits with the resort logo on the chest.
Score! Now I’d be a little less conspicuous if someone caught us on the way back to the ship.
Logan was dressed and looking passably awake when I left the bathroom.
“Look at you.” He raised an eyebrow as he took me in. “Are you going to wear heels with that?”
“I think I have to. Just call me a fashion trailblazer.” I looked around the room. “Hold on, where’s my phone?”
Logan rolled his eyes. “I’ll call it.”
We both tipped our heads like dogs as we strained to listen for my ringtone, an old Scarlet Rush song about finding your fairy tale.
“I hear it,” Logan said, stalking around the space.
“Same.”
Huge relief, because losing my phone would’ve been the cherry on top of the nightmare scenario we were living.
I finally discovered it shoved between the couch cushions, along with my thong. So the couch had seen some action as well. I flipped it over and discovered a few missed texts from Tasha, wondering if I was still alive.
“Give me two minutes,” Logan muttered as he stalked back to the bathroom.
His face looked green. He was doing an okay job playing off his hangover, but I could tell he was hurting just as badly as I was.
It was going to be a long day.
I settled on the couch to wait. Tash deserved to know the latest twist in my upside-down life, and I couldn’t resist baiting her a little, so I slipped the gold band back on and snapped a photo with the suite in the background. I could trust her not to tell anyone else.
Her response was immediate:WTAF?!?!
I filled her in with as much detail as I could remember, and each update text was met with exclamation points and shocked emojis.
Then I got to what I could remember of everything that had happened once we arrived in the suite.
You slept with him?????????
I wondered if she was snapping her acrylic nails off as she slammed the phone screen.
That’s what the evidence suggests.
What do you mean evidence?She texted back.
A couple hickeys, a muscle I think I pulled in my thigh, and a stack of condom wrappers.
She sent the GIF of Meryl doing a standing ovation at an awards show.
