Page 9 of Taking A Chance
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy when you’re drunk? Anyway, that’s not going to work either,” I chuckle. “Have you forgotten that I like the sound of your voice?”
“Oh, shit. You’re no fun, are you?” Petra falls on to her back, exasperated.
“On the contrary, I can be lots of fun.”
“Is there nothing I can do to tempt you?” she asks in a slight slurred, but still sexy, sultry voice.
“Believe me, I’m tempted and if circumstances were different, I wouldn’t need to be asked once, never mind twice.”
“Steady on, Cowboy. You can’t tease a girl like that and then give her nothing,” she sighs. “What about a kiss?”
“Petra.”
“One kiss and I promise, I’ll go straight to sleep.” With her eyes still closed, she angles her head towards me and puckers her soft pink lips.
The temptation is too much and I lean in and touch her mouth with mine. I was going to make it a quick kiss, but the softness of her lips has me staying for longer than I intended. A soft moan vibrates in her throat and I increase the force of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with my tongue.
Petra suddenly breaks away, hurriedly sitting up and causing our heads to clash.
“Ouch!” she groans, rubbing at the bumped spot. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Grab hold,” I almost shout as I pull back the sheet and scoop her up. I move as fast as I can, trying to ignore the fact that I have a half-naked woman in my arms. Kicking the bathroom door open with my foot, I step up to the toilet before I let her feet touch the ground. I hear the unmistakable sound of hurling, followed by a warm, wet sensation on my chest, as she vomits down the front of my shirt.
Her eyes are huge and apologetic as she looks up at me before she spins around and drops onto her knees in front of the toilet. Quickly, I grab handfuls of her hair, and pull it back, holding it in place as she continues to hurl. Gently, I rub her shoulders, patiently waiting for the sickness to subside.
I notice a hair tie on the vanity. I pick it up and secure her hair in place. Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I pull it from me carefully, roll it up and toss it into the bathtub. When I find a couple of washcloths, I wet them both. One, I add soap to and quickly wipe myself down. The other, I keep close at hand.
“I’m sorry,” Petra says quietly as she turns and sits cross-legged on the cold tiled floor. “How to lose a guy in one day, eh!”
“Ah! But I’m still here.” I lower myself down, push the strands of hair from her face and slowly wipe the damp cloth across her forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Stupid,” she huffs. “But better.”
“Wait here a second.” I walk back into the main room and grab a bottle of water from the minibar.
“I wasn’t thinking of going anywhere,” I hear her comment.
“Good, because you need to hydrate.” I remove the lid and pass her the bottle. “Small sips. Let’s test the waters first. Make sure that you don’t bring it straight back up.”
“Ha! Test the waters… funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m trying to make you better.”
She takes a few small sips and hands me the bottle back. She shivers.
“Shit, you must be freezing on that floor.” I hold out my hand to her and she takes it. Gently I pull her to her feet, but she wavers a little, so I scoop her up again. Her chilled skin feels good under my fingers. This time, I take her slowly back to the bed.
When I lower her down onto the edge of the bed, her arms stay firmly around my neck.
“Stay with me,” she murmurs. “You don’t need to get under the covers, just be here.”
“Okay,” I bring her arms away from my neck. “Shove up.” Once she’s at the far side of the bed, I grab the sheet and pull it over her, tucking it close to her body. With both hands I plump up the spare pillow and place it against the headboard before resting against it with my legs flat out in front of me.
Petra’s body shakes.
“Are you still cold?”
“Freeeezzzing!” she says between chattering teeth.