Page 10 of Taking A Chance
I hold up my arm and motion for her to come closer. Immediately, she shifts across the bed and snuggles into my side. The touch of her hand as she lays it against my bare chest is electric and I fail to stop myself from pulling her in even closer still. I try to tell myself that it’s simply to share my body heat to warm her. The genuine reason is because holding her is so fucking good.
The soft murmurs of approval as she shakes, begin to subside along with the touch of her nearly naked body pressed up close to mine, has my head spinning and my dick pushing hard against the zipper of my pants. I consider taking the pillow from behind my head to place it over my lap, but I think that it would highlight the predicament that I’m in.
I glance down at her face that’s now resting on my chest. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open, her breathing soft and regular. Thank God, she’s drifted off to sleep.
My first thought when I wake up, laid flat on my stomach with my face planted in the pillow, is… ‘Fuck! My head.’ It feels like someone has used it as a punch ball and the stuffing is about to explode out of it.
My second; nice. When I turn my head to find Cade asleep at the side of me, shirtless, but at least he’s still got his trousers on. Actually, I’m not 100% sure if that’s a positive or a negative. Well, hell, he is gorgeous. And fit. And very well put together, if my memory hasn’t failed me.
My third? Holy shit! If my memory serves me right, I was a total mess last night.
“For fuck’s sake!” I whisper to myself. “For once, couldn’t it have just been a bloody dream?”
“Is this a regular thing for you?” Cade’s voice makes me jump.
“Making a total arse of myself when I drink? A little too often.” I sit up, pulling the sheet up to my chin as soon as I register the state of my undress. “Waking up with strange men in my bed? Not so much.”
“That’s good to know.” He slides off the bed, stands and stretches. “And for the record, you didn’t make a total ass of yourself, maybe a little.”
“Come on,” I huff. “I threw up on you. How arseholery is that?”
“So, you remember most of what happened last night?”
“Not everything.” I side glance at him, my skin becoming warm with embarrassment. “Did you take my clothes off?”
“Regrettably, I did not,” he sighs, before turning towards the bathroom. “Kat did.” He shouts over his shoulder before disappearing through the door.
I quickly jump out of bed, only to be stopped in my tracks by the pounding in my head. Moving slower than I’d like to, I grab a baggy t-shirt from my suitcase that’s sitting on one of those folding thingy’s that you always find in hotels, and pull it over my head. It barely covers my bum, but at least it’s a little less revealing.
“By any chance, do you have a spare one of those for me?” Cade asks. He’s stood in the bathroom doorway, his blonde hair a little ruffled, his trousers creased and a scruff of hair on his chin. Even the slight hint of shadows under his eyes from his lack of sleep takes nothing away from his good looks. Hell, I’d do him. That’s if I ever got the chance again. Who am I kidding, I’d never have the balls to. Champagne should have a warning label on the side. ‘Too much can seriously turn you into a drunken lush. Especially if you’re called Petra.’
“I do, but I’m not sure if it will fit you.” I pull out a pink top which I use for sleeping in, which has bold black lettering saying, ‘Does this shirt make my tits look big?’ in a sort of 3D effect, so it actually does make your boobs seem two sizes bigger.
“Why would you buy that?” he laughs. “You’re hardly… small.”
“Kat got me it. Bit of a joke between us, with her only having diddy ones.” I laugh back, then have to hold my head to stop the banging. “I got her back. Gave her one that had two large hands over the boobs and the words ‘No Silicone’.”
“You must be great friends?”
“The best,” I reply, throwing the shirt towards him.
He holds it up to take another look before rolling it and tosses it back.
“Thanks, but pink’s not my colour. I think I’ll just fasten my jacket up until I get back to my room.”
“What floor are you on?” I hear my inner nosey ask.
“14th,”
“That’s high up,” I gasp. “Wait, that’s the top floor. You’ve got one of the posh suites? They’re meant to be lush.”
“It’s okay, I guess,” he smiles. “Why don’t I wait here for you to get ready for breakfast, then you can come and check it out while I get changed.”
“Really?” I give out an embarrassing squeal. “Give me ten minutes,”
“Yeah,” he raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing that I can get ready so quick. But he underestimates me. I’m unstoppable, especially when I get to indulge my unusual secret obsession.
I walk over to him, forcefully pushing him towards the bed and make him sit. “Wait here. Don’t move. Ten minutes.” Then I grab clean underwear, jeans and a light jumper from my suitcase and disappear into the bathroom.