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I didn’t want to walk her home anymore, at least not to her home. She could stay with me and sober up in the safety of my place. Then she could tell me why she needed to marry someone by Monday.
“I’ll take you home with me.”
She grinned. “Ooh, is that a yes?”
I just pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh, and called a cab on my phone, asking for one of the larger SUVs so I could fit. We made our way back to my place and she leaned on me heavily as we rode up in the private elevator up to my penthouse, her eyes closed.
I wasn’t sure she’d even remember any of this in the morning. She’d definitely had too much. By the time I’d removed and hung up her jacket, she was already stumbling up the stairs to my bedroom, which, while private with a door, was on the lofted part of my suite. It was probably the gentlemanly thing to do to give her the bed anyway.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I volunteered.
She pouted. “And leave me all alone? You’re no fun.”
“I’ll be right here, Lillian. If you still want me tomorrow morning when you are sober, I’m all yours.”
“But this might be my last chance. They’re coming on Monday.”
“Who are ‘they’?”
She tripped, and I scooped her up before she smashed her head on the floor. I carried her the rest of the way up my stairs.
“Who do you mean by they?” I asked again.
“Dunno,” she said. “I’ve never actually met them.”
I laid her on my bed. She looked so perfect there, and I paused for a moment to drink in the sight.
Fuck. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep my hands off her if she started to touch me.
But the decision was taken out of my hands when she started snoring. My little kitten was already fast asleep.
Chapter 3
Lillian
Isqueezedmyeyesshut and cursed the beam of sunlight that had the audacity to shine through the window and hit me directly in the eyes. I turned in bed, groaning. My head felt like it had been soaked in pickle juice all night and then dredged in salt.
What the hell did I do last night? Images came drifting back of me throwing myself at a ridiculously hot…well, I actually didn’t know what he was, but I did know he was the hottest male I’d ever seen, man or monster. Didn’t matter. He’d rejected me, and I’d left the bar, only to get cornered by—
I bolted upright, suddenly not sleepy in the slightest. I wasn’t in my own bed. I shoved away the unfamiliar blankets and found myself—
Thank fuck! Fully clothed.
I looked around the room. The giant floor-to-ceiling window overlooked Darlington. The furniture was made of heavy wood and metal and had a rustic industrial vibe. Not the cheap reproduction stuff, either, but the real thing.
The door opened, and in stepped the gorgeous hunk from last night. He wore a pair of low-slung jeans on the bottom and nothing at all on top. Oh, yummy!
“You’re awake.” He held out a glass to me.
Water! I could kiss him. But I probably had morning breath bad enough to wake the dead. I took the glass from him and chugged down half of it greedily.
“Thank you. I was parched.”
Now that my thirst was quenched, my body decided to alert me of other pressing matters. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Next door. I put out a new toothbrush for you,” he said.
He did? Super sexyandsweet. Wow. I must still be dreaming.
