My heart pounds deep in my chest, my skin clammy, and I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
I glance over at him again, more eager than ever to get away.
I can’t remember going to bed with him.
But I also can’t remember getting home.
His fingers tighten on my skin, and even hungover, heat rushes between my legs.
I have a rule: never, ever, sleep with someone I work with.
With his touch, a moment from last night flashes.
I vaguely remember going to bed.He helped me after I dressed in one of his t-shirts.
I peek under the covers and release a breath.
I’m still wearing it.
But then he left.
How did I end up in the same bed as him?
Oh, sweet Jesus, did I pounce on him?
As much as I’d like to get the most from this situation, and a morning quickie might satisfy my salacious appetite, I feel like I was dragged through a bush while tied to the back of a horse, and I’m pretty sure I look no better.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath, hitting the heel of my palm against my head and immediately regretting it.
How the hell am I supposed to get out of this bed without waking him?
Do I wake him and politely ask him to move but risk having the awkward morning-after small talk?
Or do I try the dive and crawl?
Neither, it would seem, because the man lying next to me leaves out a moan, and with a simple sound, he sums up exactly how I feel.
My chest deflates.
Awkward morning-after small talk it is.
“Morning, Trouble,” he mumbles, turning away from me and onto his back.
Trouble?
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I force a smile while pulling the covers a little higher on my body.
“Morning. I’m going to freshen up, and I will be out of your hair.”
His eyes narrow on me. His throat bobs while his eyes slide down my arms—the only part of my body exposed—and my stomach tightens.
I need to get out of here before I jump his bones again.
“Sorry, Claire. My son is due home soon.”
Bonus points for not calling me Ms. Russell.
“It’s fine, honestly. I need to go anyway, and we’re both adults. Let’s not drag it out. And please don’t fire me.”