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“Oh,” she said. She leaned over and threw up right on the pretty carpet.
“I was afraid of that,”said Ross grimly as he handed her a wet towel. She wiped her mouth but the movement was not steady. He put the glass of water down and got a hand under her elbow.
“I’m all dizzy,” Angel muttered, shrinking away from him. Would he be pissed? Suddenly she was afraid of him. She tensed up and subtly backed away from him, but he didn’t raise his hand or his voice.
“It’s just puke,” he said slowly, staring at her.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry.”
“Can you stand?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
Ross hesitated, then came forward and suddenly scooped her into his arms.
“Must be the sedative,” he said.
“Nobody sedated me,” she said irritably.
“Oh really? So did you walk in here with Manny, or did somebody carry you in, sleeping beauty?” Ross fired back. He lifted her into his arms and carried her through a different doorway, and she knew it was the bathroom before he even flicked on the light. Actually, he didn’t flick on the light at all. It just turned on by itself,automatically.
“You rich, Mister?” She asked him as he carefully set her down, a firm hand braced on her back in case she fell over again.
“I am. Figured Manny would have filled you in.”
“Who the fuck is Manny?” Angel muttered to herself. Again, that feeling like she was two steps behind. Maybe she hit her head last night. She felt for any bumps. “And to answer your question, I don’t remember.”
“Because you were sedated.”
“I wasn’t!”
He grabbed her arm and forcefully extended it. He was very, very strong. With a sick shock she saw the puncture wounds inside her elbow.
“That could be from anything,” she snapped.
“Like what? Heroin?” His eyes were narrow and sharp. “Are you on drugs?”
“Fuck no!”
“Good.” He watched her as she rinsed her mouth and splashed water in her face. The vomit had been mostly water. Nothing on her stomach. She was so hungry.
Ugh.
“Don’t go tumbling over in here. That marble ain’t kind to the human skull.”
“Don’t worry…I’m good.” She dried off her mouth. “This is a nice bathroom. That’s marble ain’t it?”
He gave her a funny look in the mirror. “Yes. I had it remodeled recently.”
“Is this your house for sure?”
“It is.”
She cast her eyes around the bathroom, searching for clues that might clear the haze in her mind. The sink looked like a giant clam shell opening under a fountain of pure bright water. The toilet was normal, the shower was not. She saw dials and numbers outside the frosted glass pane. This was some big boy shit.
“It’s nice in here,” she said. She sniffed the bar soap. “Yeah, real nice.”
“Thank you.”
