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I’m wearing my old Seven of Crows t-shirt and knickers.
Bugger!
This is mortifying!
Butterflies swoop in my stomach as I try to avoid his gaze, but with nowhere else to look, my eyes return to his tired face. “Give me a second to get some clothes on.”
I cross the room to the bathroom again, push Courtney out the door and slam it behind me.
“Fuck, this place is small.” I can clearly hear Kaan’s slurred voice through the door. “How many people live here?”
Followed by Nate’s voice. “We all do, mate. We’re a throuple.”
“A throuple?”
I poke my head out the door and catch Kaan glaring menacingly at Nate, his brow pinched together. I scowl at them both. “We’re not a fucking throuple!”
For someone who rarely uses the “F” word I’m tossing it around like its candy this morning!
Slamming the door again, I wonder whether Kaan is bothered by a man being in my flat at such an hour. Does he think we’re together?
Pushing my overactive imagination aside, I splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth before grabbing my mobile. “Sorry, Brynn. What’s happening?”
While I listen to my boss on speaker, I examine myself in my full-length bathroom mirror. Simply put, I look hideous. My hair is a tangled mess, and no amount of brushing is going to fix this monstrosity in the next two minutes. I pull it into a high ponytail and leave it be. My usual creamy complexion is marred with a ruddy red hue from lack of sleep with the added bonus of dark smudges that look like bruises beneath my eyes. Yikes!
I turn my attention to my perky girls swathed beneath my Seven of Crows t-shirt and scowl. They are fully aware, even at this ungodly hour, that Kaan is IN. MY. HOUSE! I need a bra – stat! I rummage through the wash basket without success so grab the next best thing and replace my t-shirt with an oversized sweater. That should settle them down somewhat. “We just need Kaan to lay low for a bit while this plays out.”
Last night’s discarded jeans are on the bathroom floor and I drag them on. “How do you propose that we do that? Kaan’s not Mr. Ordinary Joe that sells me my morning coffee.”
“He can’t go back to his place and it’s going to take some time for us to sort out this mess—” I can feel an imaginary noose tighten around my neck. “—so for now I was thinking he could stay at yours.”
I can’t have Kaan at mine. It would be like being locked in a steel cage with a drunk wolverine.
“No.”
“It’s just for a few hours until we can arrange a discreet hotel.”
Scratch that. It would be like being locked in a steel cage with a horny wolverine.
“No.”
“There’s nowhere else.”
Shit!
I look down at my girls barely concealed beneath the sweater.
Am I the horny wolverine?
“NO!”
“What if I tell you that your job depends on it?”
“You’re threatening me, now?”
This indignant statement is loud enough that I hear my neighbour yell through the paper-thin walls, “Quit it, Meg!”
I yell back at him. “Sorry, Dev.”
