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I rubbed my feet together, looking down and realizing I had no pants on. I pushed the blanket fully off me, breathing out a sigh of relief that my panties were still on and that I was still wearing my cardigan set.
One drink and this was the result, this was how far I’d dropped in my morals.
I tried to remember if I’d slept with him. God, if I had, this would get so much worse. This would be a nightmare, even if the thought of being with Professor Goode was everything I’d ever fantasized about.
I looked behind me, half expecting him to be in the bed with me, and felt relief but also a surge of disappointment that the other side was empty. I reached out and rubbed my hand over the pillow, the sheets cold to my touch, almost crisp and severe under my fingertips. It was clear he hadn’t slept beside me all night.
The sun streaming through the curtains, although muted, had my headache pounding harder behind my eyes. I heard the sound of my phone vibrating and got up to see it sitting on the dresser across from the bed.
I picked it up and stared down at it. There were three texts from Sherry, as well as two missed calls.
“Shit,” I muttered. I was pretty sure I’d forgotten to call her last night once I’d gotten to Professor Goode’s house.
I’m so sorry. I forgot to call you last night and ended up crashing.
Sherry:You worried the shit out of me, Gracie!
After Professor Goode had gotten me into bed, everything else had gone dark. I’d fallen asleep right away, and now regretted making Sherry worry.
I’ll call you as soon as I don’t feel like my head’s going to explode.
Sherry:You better.
The last thing I needed to do was call her while at his house and have her overhear him say something. God, was I really at my professor’s house?
I set my phone down and scrubbed my hand over my face. I wanted to shower, to get the club vibe off my body, and I needed to drink about a gallon of water to flush the rest of this lingering alcohol out.
Then I heard footsteps. I turned toward the door quickly, feeling my eyes widen and my heart race. I darted toward the bed and pulled off the blanket, wrapping it around my lower half. And then I just stood there, time seeming to go by painfully slowly as I waited for him to come in.
He knocked on the door but didn’t open it. I swallowed roughly and looked around, not exactly sure what I was searching for.
“Grace?” His voice was deep and clear, coming through the door and having my body reacting instantly.
I shivered and cleared my throat, telling myself to grow up and get myself under control.
“Come in.” My voice was high-pitched, and I cleared my throat again. He pushed the door open, and I swore time stood still.
Of course, he was put together and looking sexy as hell. He wore a pair of dark slacks and a white button-down dress shirt tucked into the waistband of his pants. His dark belt was cinched around his waist, showing how lean he was yet muscular at the same time. His shirt was formfitting enough that I could see the outline of his biceps, even the definition of his pectoral muscles.
God, he looked incredible, and I probably looked like I’d crawled out of a grave.
For a second we just stood there, neither one of us speaking, the awkwardness strong within me. I had to give him credit; he didn’t look at me like I was insane wrapped up in a blanket.
I tightened my hands on the blanket, pulling the material around me even more. “I woke up with no pants on,” I blurted out. It wasn’t an accusation, more out of curiosity on what the hell had happened.
He lifted a dark brow, and the corner of his mouth kicked up. “You were fully clothed when I put you to bed.”
I felt my cheeks heat after he spoke. I looked around the room again, my gaze darting to the floor. And then I finally saw my pants tossed in the corner in a heap of material.
“Do you always shed certain pieces of clothing when you’ve been drinking?” There was amusement in his voice.
My face was on fire, and I glanced at him but quickly looked at the floor, humiliated. “Apparently.”
He didn’t say anything for long moments, and when I looked back at him, his face was stoic once more. “Well, if you get dressed and come into the kitchen, I’ll make you some breakfast.”
The very thought of eating turned my stomach, but he looked like he was unwilling to budge on this.
I nodded once, feeling his gaze on me even though I wasn’t looking at him. After a moment I heard him leave, shutting the door behind him. I exhaled slowly.
