She didn’t need to know more about Alec Hunter than she already did.
“Relax. That ‘someone’ isn’t going to be you so don’t change your plans for me.”
“I don’t have plans.”
“You’re wearing a tie. I assume you had a date.”
“I gave a lecture earlier today.”
The reminder of his standing in the academic world did nothing to rescue her flagging spirits.
Here was someone else with a “proper job.”
She was the joker in the pack.
Feeling truly horrible, she flopped back on the bed and covered her eyes with her forearm. The pain in her head and the tiredness threatened to overwhelm her. She knew she should leave, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. “As soon as these painkillers have worked, I’m going back to my hotel.”
Somewhere in the distance she heard a phone ring and then the sound of a deep, male voice—Alec.
Whatever his faults, there was no denying his voice was almost hypnotically sexy.
She lay there, eyes closed, thinking she could happily listen to his British accent forever.
“Yes, I made it … No, not really. There were complications.” And then a pause. “Yes. Well, you were right.” Another pause. “She’s here with me now … My hotel room … No, she’s sleeping.” Another pause. “No, don’t do that … I know how close you are but you don’t need to come. I’ve got this … Yes, I promise I won’t leave her on her own. I’ll call you, Brittany.” His voice grew distant and she realized that he’d moved into the bathroom so that he didn’t disturb her.
And now she knew who he was talking to.
Brittany and Emily, no doubt calling to see how her exhibition had gone. Judging from the half conversation she’d overheard, they now wanted to fly over, which is what she would have done if it had been one of them in trouble. Only this time it wasn’t necessary.
I’ve got this.
Funny how people could surprise you.
The last person she would have expected to bail her out of a mess was Alec Hunter.
With that thought in her head, she drifted off to sleep and woke to the sound of heavy rain.
It took her a few seconds to realize it was the shower, not rain, and a few seconds more to realize her stomach was churning. She was going to be sick.
Hoping Alec hadn’t locked the door, she staggered off the bed, groggy and dizzy.
Shrugging off the coat he’d draped around her, she swayed into the bathroom just as he stepped out of the shower, gloriously naked.
“Holy crap.” For a moment she stared, distracted by his tough, muscular build and the shadow of hair on his chest. Through the haze of pain she registered that Alec Hunter might be a hardened cynic, but he had a seriously hot body. Her eyes followed the dusky trail lower and her eyes widened. He was fully, impressively erect. She heard him swear under his breath and then he reached for a towel just as her own body reminded her who was in charge.
She made it to the toilet and threw up, her humiliation complete.
If she’d lived through a worse day in her life, she couldn’t remember it.
EXASPERATED AND CONCERNED, Alec knotted the towel firmly round his waist and hunkered down next to her. He tried to forget those few pulsing seconds wh
en her bleary gaze had fastened on his face and then drifted lower to other, more intimate parts of his anatomy. Parts that seemed keen to independently express just how attractive he found her.
“Sky?” Keeping his voice and his hands gentle, he drew her hair back from her face and muttered what he hoped were reassuring words. “I’m going to call a doctor.”
She shook her head and then moaned as she retched again. “Go away. Please go away. Just leave me.”
He’d never seen a more pitiful sight in his life.