His gaze swept my face, and he brushed back a strand of hair that had been tickling my chin.
“Don’t say what you don’t mean,” he said.
“I mean it.”
“How drunk are you?”he asked.
“Just a little.”I proved it by standing.He caught my wrist when I started to sway, and somehow I ended up in his lap with my head very close to his neck.
I leaned in and inhaled deeply.
“I like how you smell.”
“Are you testing me, Sophia?”
“Do you want to be tested?”
“Yes.”
I pressed my lips to his neck and nipped his skin.
CHAPTERNINE
The throbbing in my head,along with an extreme case of cotton mouth, pulled me from “passed out bliss” to “instant regret.”That sentiment grew when I opened my eyes to daylight and unfamiliar surroundings.
I was in a hotel room…
Why?
The pain made it harder to recall the night before.I’d been drinking with Miranda.She’d gone to check whether the bartender was packing.And then Konni had shown up, and I had fallen onto his lap.
My eyes went wide, and awareness of physical discomfort receded as I remembered what I’d done next.
I’d kissed Konni’s neck.
A slow dread filled me.
Please no.Please no.
I slowly turned my head.
Konni lay on his side, facing me, a picture of masculine perfection even asleep.The arm resting over my waist, his bare chest, and the hickey on his neck killed any hope that we were platonically sharing a bed to sleep off too much drinking.
Fuck.
Carefully, I lifted the blanket covering my chest and confirmed what I’d already felt.I was naked.All the way down to my toes.
My heart started to race, and not in a good, sleeping naked next to a hottie way.
I’d slept with a man who’d invested time and money pursuing me.That was the biggest no-no in myHow to Stay Singlebook ever.
I needed to leave.Fast.
Don’t panic, Soph.Every girl has had to dick and dash at least once in her life.
Moving with precision, I painstakingly slithered from the bed without disturbing him.Then I picked up every article of my clothing scattered on the floor and hustled to the bathroom, careful not to shut the door all the way or turn on the light.
My makeup-smeared reflection had me cringing.I looked like a crackhead.A crackhead who’d had a lot of fun based on the hickies I was sporting.Just on my neck, though.
