Author: Ted Evans
Category: Young Adult
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“Just take one,” he said before I could open the packet. “You can take another later if this one is not enough.”
I just arched an eyebrow at him, and took one pill, then swallowed it back with water. After all, I was familiar with the pills. Usually, I made sure to have some at hand every month, but I’d forgotten this month, with good reason.
Afterward, I set the glass back on the nightstand and brought the covers above my shoulders. I turned back to Jake with narrowed eyes.
“Now,” I said. “You never did tell me how I found myself half-naked in your bed? I’m assuming this is your bed since this is your suite?”
He just grinned. “Right. I ordered breakfast already, but I was waiting for you. Hopefully, it’s all still warm. Just come out when you feel like it.” He turned to head for the door leading to the front room, only to stop and look at me over his shoulder. “Oh, and don’t worry. Nothing happened.”
I growled at his back as he closed the door behind him. He could have said that to begin with so I wouldn’t worry. Then, I sighed and rolled my eyes at myself.
What the hell did I expect, anyway? A guy like that wouldn’t need to trick a drunk woman to go back to his room with him. He probably would have found someone if I hadn't thrown myself at him.
Left alone, I took a minute to look around the room. I figured he’d paid way more than I did for his room. The room was bigger, more luxurious, and several floors above mine. The amount it would cost to stay in a suite like this for just one night was more than I could afford unless I borrowed cash from someone first, so either Jake liked spending money, or he had a lot of it to spare.
And he’s waiting for me on the other side of that door.
There was some hesitation, of course. Jake hadn't done a thing to me, at least I didn’t think he did, but in the end, what else could I do? I was in his room. I was sure he’d just let me go if I asked, but now that a headache was going down, I was starting to feel a little hungry.
At least, I knew to eat and drink a lot of water last night in between the drinks, or I’d be dealing with nausea this morning. After the previous times, I’d looked it up on the internet how to make hangovers easier, and aside from forgetting the painkillers, I must have gotten something right.
In the end, I didn’t have much of choice. Besides, all my cash was gone. I’d have to make a cash withdrawal from my bank to get funds for the trip home since I had no more cash on me. That meant I couldn’t afford breakfast for myself until I found an ATM, and here a guy was, offering me free food.
It couldn’t hurt.
Feeling way better than when I woke up the first time, I slipped out of bed. I had to check out of my room. I wasn’t sure what time, but likely before noon, or I’d have to pay an extra day.
Then, I had to go back home. To face my parents, and other things I’d rather not be facing.
I found my clothes folded at the foot of the bed. I picked up the skirt and eyed it critically. It was short, and I’d needed a lot of courage just to put it on. I’d told myself I would at least try wearing a short skirt once. I definitely wouldn’t be doing it again after this.
Tossing the skirt back to the bed, I went to the bathroom to use the shower. Jake would have to excuse me. I hurried, and was back out in less than ten minutes, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe. The room was still empty, and I hurried to get dressed. The bra I put back on, and I hesitated a lot, before deciding to put the panties away in my purse. I’d get back to my room and put another pair on; I’d have to worry about the short skirt.
That had probably been one bad idea I should never have tried.
I felt a bit drafty but even better, and I left the room to go get that free breakfast.
Chapter Four
Jake
I looked up when the door to the bedroom opened. Klara stepped out, fully dressed, with her purse in hand, and her hair was looking a little wet.
“So, you finally decided to join me, huh?”
Immediately, she frowned. I wondered if she knew, but every time she did that, her lower lip looked like it was sticking out in a pout, making me think she was cute again.
“I used your shower,” she muttered. “It took a few minutes. Sorry I didn’t ask first.”
I waved the apology away. “No need to say sorry for that. Say sorry for making me wait until the food went cold.”
Last night, while she took my bed, I slept on the couch. It was damn uncomfortable, and I woke up early with a crick in my neck. I felt like I didn’t get enough sleep, actually, but it was better than bothering her.
Still, I had to wonder when I started turning into a saint.
The tray had been set on the coffee table, and I lifted the covers off the dishes. I’d ordered all the stuff that was good for hangovers. Some eggs, toast, sliced bananas and honey to go on the toast. Then apple juice and water. There were coffee and bacon, too, but those were both for me. I’d wanted to wait for her to come out before I ate, but it had been nearly half an hour since I had the food brought up. Even covered, of course, it would go a little cold.
“Would you like me to call down and ask them to take this back to warm up?” I offered. “It shouldn’t take that long.”