Two
Iwas startled awake. I had been falling fast in my dream and right before I hit the bottom, my eyes flew open. I quickly started to look around the foreign room. I couldn’t remember anything past seeing Brit and Roxy’s empty seats next to me at the club the night before.
I was in someone’s bed in a room I had never been in in my life. I was dressed in a large black shirt and my underwear and that was it.
How’d I get that fucked up last night?
I rolled out of bed. Hoping to figure out where the heck I was, I peered out the window. I knew that I was downtown somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn’t place the streets and landmarks in my view.
I spun on my heels as I heard the door to the strange room open. My heart was pounding and I was holding my breath as I waited to see who was coming in.
What the hell?
Of course, Bo Briggs slowly started to make his way over to me. I was paralyzed. He was engaged. What in god’s name was I doing in his room?
“How are you feeling?” He handed me a bottle of water and a couple Advil. His light blond hair was shorter than it had been, and he looked downright military with his defined muscles, sleeves of tattoos, and crooked grin that always brought me to my knees.
“Fine.” I took the tiny pills and water from my hunky ex and chugged them down fast. In all reality, my head felt like it had been run over by a Mack truck. “What happened last night? Did we…?” I sunk onto the bed. Except for a few times in passing, it was the first time I had seen Bo in a few years. All the old buried feelings flooded me. I had known for a long time that I wasn’t over my ex, but I didn’t want him to ever know that.
“You were drugged last night at the club.”
My face felt hot, my palms turned clammy, and my head felt like it was about to explode. “What the fuck?” My voice crackled.
He grabbed my hand, sitting down next to me. His thick, deep drawl was low as he started at his comforter. “Yeah, I saw the guy slip it into your drink while it was sitting at the bar. Well, I didn’t know it was yours until I followed the server to your table, but by the time I pushed my way through the crowd of people trying to talk to me, you had already taken a few sips. I couldn’t let you be prey to some slimeball, so I brought you home and made sure you were ok.”
It was a hard thing to wrap my head around. I hadn’t ever worried about being drugged in a bar before. We lived in a pretty safe town and Vixens seemed to be an all right place. “Thanks,” I muttered as I stared blankly at his dark wood floors. “What were you doing at a strip club anyway? You hate those places.”
He smirked a little, shrugging. “Some of the guys from the team wanted to check it out. Believe me, it was not my first choice, but the new guy doesn’t get to pick where we go.”
Bo scooted closer to me, pulling me into his side. He was the same Bo I remembered from years ago: tough guy exterior with a heart of gold and a soft spot for people he loved.
“Well, I should probably get a move on before your fiancée figures out you spent the night with your ex.”
“You know we didn’t do anything last night, right?” His warm brown eyes were looking down at me and a frown pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah. I do. You’re a good guy, Bo. Let’s not ruin your reputation with a tabloid scandal of a two-timing rookie.”
He let out a big sigh as he fell back onto his blush sheets. “Zara left me for some C-list celebrity she costarred with not too long ago on some dumb ass hemorrhoid commercial. We haven’t made it public yet because the dude is an asshole and still married. Supposedly he is getting a divorce, but I think he is a dick stain, just stringing her along with his money and fancy cars.”
I heard my phone ringing from the nightstand. It was “Baby Got Back”, Brittainy’s ringtone. “How many times has she called since last night?”
He smiled. “For sure, over a hundred.” He tossed the phone over to me and shoved up from the bed. “I’ll leave you be for that call.” He laughed a little as he walked out of the room. “Brit is going to f-ing kill you.”
I nodded and smiled as I hit the accept button on my phone. “Hey.”
With a wink, Bo shut the door behind him.
“Hey?! That’s all I get is fuckingHEY? Where the hell are you? I have been worried sick all night. Not to mention I was stranded at the club! Did you forget you drove us and my car is still at your damn place?”
“Were you really stranded?” I chuckled a little.
“Well, no. I went home with Roxy. But that’s only because you vanished into thin air! I was so freaked out about what happened to you I was up all night calling hospitals and shit.”
“Brit, I am really sorry. Someone tried to drug me, and get this: Bo rescued me. I woke up in his bed this morning.”
“Shut the fuck up! Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s meet for lunch and I’ll tell you everything.”
