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I need to get out of here.
My shoes and purse are on top of the dresser and I grab both of them, grateful that all of my things are together so that I can make a quick escape.
I’m wondering if I’ll be able to get out of here without running into whoever’s place this is when the bedroom door opens.
I squeak as I take in the huge man that comes in.
He takes up most of the doorframe and my jaw drops as I take all of him in. He’s got pitch black hair that looks like it’s in need of a trim. The ends curl up, giving him a slightly boyish look, but that’s the only thing boylike about him.
His arms are thick, well, actually, all of him is thick, but his arms especially look like his muscles have muscles. He’s wearing a plain black T-shirt that looks like it’s really struggling to wrap all the way around his torso. It clings to the planes of his stomach and makes him look even more imposing.
He has a scar running across one eye, through his eyebrow, and across his forehead, where it disappears into his hair. I can’t help but wonder how he got it.
My eyes trace over his lean hips and down his tree-trunk thighs and I can see why I chose to go home with him, even in my drunken stupor. He’s so hot, even with the scar on the left side of his face.
“You’re awake,” he says, his deep voice rolling over me like smoke.
“Yep,” I say, but it comes out more like a squeak.
When did my voice get so high pitched? And why do I sound so breathless? I’ve been lying in bed and I sound like I just ran five miles.
“I made you breakfast. And coffee. Do you need a Tylenol or anything?” he adds after a beat and I nod dumbly.
I’ve never been great at talking to guys. That was part of the reason why I went out last night. I’m trying to spread my wings a bit.
He comes back into the bedroom with a bottle of pain reliever pills in his hand and I gladly take it from him.
“Thanks,” I say and he studies me, his bright blue eyes narrowing slightly as I grab the bottle of water that he must have left out on the end table.
I swallow down the pills and pray that they take effect soon. My eyes are drawn back to the mystery man in front of me. He’s so much bigger than me, but that’s not what has me unable to look away from him.
There’s just something about him. He has my body feeling hotter, my blood pumping faster, and my heart racing.
I’m attracted to him.
I was starting to think that it would never happen. I never dated in high school or college. It was hard to trust people when you knew that they knew who your parents were and that they were most likely just using you to get to them or their connections.
I don’t get that feeling with this guy though, and I wonder why that is.
“You don’t remember me, do you,” he says and even though it’s a question, he doesn’t make it sound like one.
“No, I’m so sorry. I drank too much last night, which was so stupid,” I start to ramble, but I stop when I see the look in his eyes.
He looks… hurt.
The corners of his lips dip down, and he shifts on those enormous feet of his.
“Thank you for taking care of me last night. I mean, I can’t really remember it, but I’m assuming that it was you who tucked me in and stuff.”
He just nods once and I bite my bottom lip.
Should I stop talking? Should I just make a run for the door? What’s proper one-night stand etiquette? Does that even apply here? We didn’t actually sleep together.
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” he says and then he turns and heads back out of the bedroom.
I frown after him, wondering if I said something wrong. I need coffee. Then I’ll be able to think clearly.
I follow him into the kitchen. His cabin is kind of small, just a kitchen, bedroom, and living room, but it’s nice. Tidy. I feel relaxed here and that should be strange. I don’t know this guy, so shouldn’t I be worried about being alone with him?
