Page 8 of Taking A Chance
“Just in case?”
“If she wakes up suddenly, make sure you get her to the bathroom, real quick.”
“Oh!” I grimace.
“Yep, because you’ll be in charge of clean-up if you don’t.”
“Shit!”
“Look, if you don’t think you can handle it, I’ll stay with her.” Kat says the words, but I can tell that she’s itching to get back downstairs. To Ben.
“I’ll be fine,” I assure her. Well, I wouldn’t be much of a brother if I let my little bro miss out. It’s blatantly obvious that Ben has the hots for Kat.
“Are you sure?” she asks with a tentative smile. I reply with a definitive nod. “Okay, give me your phone.” I hand it to her but she hands me it straight back. “Unlock please.” I do as she says, then she holds it in her hands, both thumbs punching at the screen. “There,” she hands it back. “I’m sure everything will be fine, but if you have any problems, ring me and I’ll come straight up. If it’s late, then I’m right down the hall, room 412.”
“Thanks.” I smile back at her, her assurance making me feel less apprehensive. “I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”
“Okay then. I’m off to find Ben. Fingers crossed,” She holds her hand up and yes, she has her fingers crossed. “I won’t see you until the morning.”
I follow Kat to the door, holding it open and linger in the doorway until I see her disappear into the elevator. Securing the door, I move over to the window and haul the chair that’s there closer to the bed, before I hang my jacket on the back. Once I’ve removed my wristwatch and cufflinks, I place them on the bedside cabinet before rolling up my shirt sleeves, ready to sit and watch.
She’s laid on her side facing me, all curled up with her eyes shut tight. Her hands that are together, palm against palm, as if in prayer, are tucked under her flushed cheek. Lips slightly upturned in the softest of smiles, making me wonder what it is she might be thankful for. Her dark, luxurious hair fans across the crisp white cotton pillow. The contrast between dark and light is immense. She shuffles under the light sheet that covers her body, causing the fabric to slide slowly down her shoulder, giving me a teasing peek at the curve of her slender neck. Her mouth moves and a soft mumbling escapes her lips. It’s so sudden that I can’t quite work out the words. As quick as it came, it’s gone, and she falls back into her drunken dream.
My chin hits my chest, causing me to suddenly become alert and I realise I was falling asleep. I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll through the screens until I get to the Walking Dead game app. As soon as I click it, the noise of the intro music has me mentally kicking myself as I quickly try to turn down the volume. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“What are you doing here, Cowboy?” Petra’s voice immediately gets my attention and I find her laid on her back, eyes shut, her arms above her head as she stretches. My cock instantly becomes active when I see the sheet has fallen to her waist, giving me the perfect view of her olive skin against the ivory bra. Exquisite.
“I drew the short straw,” I laugh softly. “I got babysitting duty.”
“Lucky you. Kat’s doing no doubt.”
“It’s a cross I’m willing to bare.”
Her arms come back down, and she rolls to face me. She can barely open her eyes. “Come closer, I can hardly see you.” She says, patting the space on the edge of the bed.
I hesitate for a moment, then get up and sit beside her.
“You smell nice,” she murmurs. “All sexy and manly.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I say, brushing my hand through my hair. “Thank you?”
“You’re welcome,” she places her hand on my thigh. Instantly, the heat permeates the fabric of my dress pants. “You look good in a suit, but I’d love to see you in less.” The touch of her fingers as they skim up and down my leg does nothing to help with the hardening cock situation.
“I think you should try to get some sleep,” I reply sterner than I intend. I put my hand over hers. God, the temptation to move it further up, is excruciating. But I don’t. I place it back at the side of her.
“I’m sure I would if you got in with me.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?” she looks at me again with one eye open, then closes it again. A kind of wink.
“Because you’ve had a lot to drink, and I’m not sure I could control myself. I will not take advantage of this situation.”
“You’ve had a lot to drink too, so it makes us even. Besides, maybe it’s me that wants to take advantage of you.” I smile and shake my head, but it gets quickly wiped off my face when she pulls back the cotton sheet. An open invitation. “Come on, get in with me.”
“Like I said,” A hint of vanilla wafts towards me, invading my senses when I lean over, grab the sheet and pull it back over her. The bad voice in my head curses me out for being such a pussy. The good voice doesn’t seem to intervene, but I stay determined. “It’s not going to happen, so you may as well go to sleep.”
“If you don’t get in, then I’m going to keep on talking and talking until you’re sick of hearing me. Then you’ll have no choice but to do as I say.”