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“Oh my God, Nadine.” My eyes hurt they were so damn wide. “I think he’s spanking her ass.”
Nadine was off to couch and beside me a second later, her ear pressed against the metal door as she tried to control her laughter. “We are so drunk, immature, and pervs.”
I couldn’t really deny any of that.
The sound of him spanking her repeatedly, of her shrieks of pleasure, came through so loud Nadine and I stumbled back and started laughing.
“I feel like if we weren’t drunk this wouldn’t be as entertaining as it is,” I said softly, and she nodded.
When the room next door was quiet again, I moved back to the chair and sat down, Nadine doing the same over on the couch. She turned on the TV, the volume muted, her muttered curses coming through as she tried to figure out how to turn the volume on.
“Fuck this,” she mumbled and tossed the remote beside her.
I didn’t know how much time passed, but a good hour had to have gone by before we started hearing the loud sexual moans coming from the room next door once again.
“You have got to be kidding,” I said and rested my head back on the chair. “I’m actually impressed he’s able to go twice in an hour.”
Nadine snorted. “Maybe he didn’t get off the first time.”
I started laughing.
“We should order a pizza,” Nadine said almost absentmindedly, changing the subject.
I glanced over at her, my stomach growling. “I don’t think you’ve ever had a better idea.” We both looked at each other for a suspended moment then started laughing.
“You’re drunk,” she said.
“You’re drunk,” I replied.
Yeah, I was drunk, but not too drunk to know that what I felt on the dance floor tonight was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. And I wasn’t too drunk to know I wanted to feel that way again… with him.
Chapter Six
Izzy
The next morning
I was up at six, staring at the ceiling, my head pounding. I would have loved to sleep in, but it looked like that wasn’t happening.
I had a damn hangover, something I hadn’t experienced in years. I closed my eyes and lifted my hand, rubbing my forehead. Nadine slept in the king-size bed beside me, lightly snoring. I wished I was her at the moment, oblivious to the war drum pounding in my skull.
I pushed the duvet off me and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging down, my feet not quite touching the floor. I needed coffee, maybe the hair of the dog that bit me. But the very thought of drinking a beer this early in the morning, let alone ever again, had my stomach twisting in disgust.
“Nadine?” I said softly, my voice gravelly and hoarse. The only response she gave me was a loud snore as she shifted on the bed. She’d be out for a while, no doubt with how much she’d drank last night. I’d seen that coming after she drunk-ate half the pizza we ended up ordering and downing two bottles of water.
I forced myself to stand and headed into the bathroom, shut the door, and walked over to the shower to turn it on. As I let the water heat, I faced the mirror and looked at the hot mess that was my reflection.
My hair had been thrown up in a haphazard bun right before bed, and it was crazy all around my head. Dark circles were under my eyes, and my complexion looked pasty as hell. I resembled the walking dead.
I undressed and got in the shower, and for a good half hour, I let the water wash over my neck and down my back. I needed coffee like I needed an IV of fluids to get over this hangover.
Once out of the shower and dressed, I took my hair out of the knot at the top of my head and ran a brush through it. It was wavy from being put up, but not totally horrible-looking. It would have to do as I went down and picked up a couple bagels from the hotel continental breakfast and the biggest cup of coffee I could find.
I passed a still sleeping Nadine, her soft snores making me feel envious that she wasn’t dealing with her hangover. But she would. As soon as she woke up, she’d be feeling it.
I left the bedroom and headed toward the door, grabbing the keycard on my way out. I pulled the overly heavy door open, and just as it was about to close behind me, the door to the room next door opened. I froze, the memory of the sex we’d heard last night coming from said room slamming into my head. I hadn’t been so drunk I didn’t remember all the moaning coming from them.
I expected a couple to emerge, but who came walking out had my heart plummeting to my stomach and my eyes widening.
