Page 13 of Slow Burn

No, no, no.

She sat straight up and put her fingers on the side of her head, rubbing her throbbing temples. She peered through the side of her hand and saw a muscular back lying next to her, and he had a pillow over his head.

Holy crap, she brought a man home and had no idea who it was!

In a panic, she glanced down at her chest and was relieved she was wearing a bra. She lifted the blanket and peeked down. Thank god she had on a pair of pajama shorts.

Last night was hazy. Georgia took more shots than necessary, dancing with people she didn’t know, and kissing someone. She touched her lips. It was all blurry, but for some reason, she remembered the kiss was magic.

“If we fucked,” the gruff voice lying down next to her cockily spoke, “you’d remember.”

She grabbed the pillow covering his face and threw it to the floor.

This was awful.

Elijah Barnett was in her bed.

He rolled over to his back with his six-pack abs on display. His body was delectable, and for a split second, she was sad that nothing had happened between them. No, she dismissed the thought.

He was bad news, and there was no way in hell she would ever hand this man her virginity.

“Fuck, I need a Tylenol,” Elijah groaned, throwing his muscular arm over his eyes to hide the light.

“Umm, can we please talk about the obvious thing first?” she screeched, making her head thump harder. “I don’t remember much from last night, and now I wake up naked in bed with you!”

His arm moved, and he did a heavy blink, then his eyes traveled over her exposed body, giving her goose bumps.

“We’re not fully naked, and are you cold?” He snickered as his gaze went back to her lacy bra.

Damn her nipples for getting hard from his perusal of her body. She did her best to cover her chest. “No, asshole. I need you to fill in the blanks for me.”

“Fine, but after that I need a couple of Tylenol and a gallon of water.”

She muttered how she was a damn doctor yet somehow managed to drink too much.

“Listen, George.” He was grumpy, and he hadn’t even told her anything yet.

“I hate being called George. It’s the worst nickname.”

“Yes, you mentioned that last night.”

If it didn’t hurt, she would have rolled her eyes.

“Last night, we drank too much. Your dumbass left me to go dance with a bunch of college guys because you were pissed one of my exes showed up.”

Oh yeah, she remembered that part. A beautiful woman with long red hair and a Southern accent sat next to Elijah, practically begging him to take her home. After Georgia heard something about how no one made her come like he did, she marched off to the dance floor.

She was green with envy.

But she wasn’t admitting anything to him. Not a chance in hell.

“I was not jealous! I only wanted to dance.”

Elijah smirked. “No one said you were jealous, but it does clear some things up for me.”

“Screw you!”

“You wish,” he said with a lazy smile. “Back to last night. When I finally caught up with you on the dance floor, you told me to go away and not come back unless I had shots. I wasn’t leaving you with the kid who was looking at you like a meal, so I made you go to the bar with me to get more drinks. We took shots, which was a dumb idea because we were already drunk.”