What the hell is happening to me right now? It’s bad enough I feel very out of place, but then I spill wine all over my freaking boss? Kill me now. This is literally the worst-case scenario.
I spin in a circle, looking for anything that can help clean up this epic mess I’ve made when I feel gentle hands on my shoulders.
“Hey, it’s okay. Shit happens. It’s no big deal. I’ve got spare clothes in my bag.” Ledger’s voice is so soothing, it makes my eyes well with more tears.
What in the world is happening to me?
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I collapse back in the chair.
He kneels down to my level, wiping his face off with the bottom of his shirt and leaving me momentarily distracted.Holy, happy trail, batman.
“Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s just wine, and it’ll wash out, okay?”
My eyes don’t leave the phantom image of his bare stomach with the sexiest trail of hair I’ve ever seen. It’s burned into my retinas, and the conflicting emotions I feel right now are about to send me down a spiral.
“Sir, here’s a towel, and the bathroom is right through there if you need to change or get cleaned up,” a bartender says, handing a towel to Ledger. He smiles gratefully, and I send him a self-deprecating smile. “I’ll grab you another wine. Give me just a second.” Before I can tell him I’m fine, he disappears across the room.
“I’ll be right back. Did you get any on you? Do you need to change too?” Ledger’s concern as he checks me for any wine spillage makes my heart pound too fast.
“I think I’m okay, thanks.”
He nods, then gets up and heads to the bathroom.
Sinking down into my chair more, I feel mortified and strangely turned on. It’s the weirdest combination I’ve ever felt, so maybe that wine is a good idea.
My wine is delivered with a smile, and I chug half the glass before I see Ledger making his way back over. He’s changed into a pair of grey joggers and a black T-shirt, and the man looks fucking hot as sin.
Nope, no. You are still mad at him. There will be no eye-fucking.
“See? No worse for wear.” He sits down next to me, way happier than he should be.
“I am still so sorry,” I mutter again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop apologizing.
“Hey.” He waits until I meet his eye. “Accidents happen. It’s not the end of the world.”
I nod robotically, still feeling out of place in my own skin.
In all this mess, I didn’t even realize he had a lowball glass sitting on the little side table between us.
“What are you drinking?” I nod to the glass.
“Oh, gin and tonic, nothing special.”
I pick up my glass, bringing it to my lips but pause as he does the same.
His lips, more plump than I realized, pucker against the lip of the glass to take a drink, and I’m frozen in place, watching. It’s wildly attractive seeing his large, callused hand grip the small glass.
I see the smirk start to grow on his lips, and I drag my eyes up to his. The laughter I see there makes me jolt back and almost spill my damn wine again.
What in the name of role-reversal is happening here?
What happened to the shy Ledger? The one who lied because he panicked? That Ledger, I could deal with. This confident yet sweet Ledger? He’s throwing me for a loop, and I don’t know how to get off of it.
“So, first time to Vegas?” he asks so casually.
I take a much-needed sip from my wine glass and nod as I put it down on the side table.
“It is. What about you?”
