So I give the cab driver my address.
16
This pillow is the softest thing I’ve ever had my face smashed into.
You wouldn’t think that would be the tell tale sign that clues me in that I’m not at home but as I burrow my face deeper into the silky fabric, all I’m thinking is these are not the bargain sheets I bought at Walmart.
I tentatively open one eye and am rewarded with a brass band playing right in the center of my skull.
“Have mercy.” I clutch my head with both hands and attempt to retreat back under the covers. But I can’t escape the thing that woke me. Is that bacon? The sweet smell convinces me that leaving the cocoon of the covers is worth it.
I'm willing to brave the unknown for bacon.
I sit up gingerly holding my head. What did I do last night? I’m currently occupying a massive bed amidst a jumble of pillows. The predominant colors are navy blue accented with silver. Aside from the pile of pillows and linens next to me it’s clean and ruthlessly organized. When I close my eyes I get a flash of memory, my arms around Milo’s neck as he placed me on the bed.
This is Milo’s room. I’m in his bed.
Which means he saw you drunk and out of control last night.
Great.
As embarrassing as this is, I’m not going to hide in the bedroom all day. It’s a workday so I have to get it together. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand carefully. The room swirls for a moment and then comes into focus. How much did I have to drink last night? Bits and pieces float through my memory but nothing concrete. Ariana figures prominently in the memories I do have so I decide this situation is entirely her fault. Especially since the only way I could have ended up with Milo is if she called him. There’s no way he’d have known where we were otherwise.
I shake my head. The girl has balls. She wouldn’t have called him if she hadn’t known I’d be completely safe with him but still. After hearing what happened in Vegas, she’s got all her money on Team Milo, no matter how many times I tell her this is just a temporary thing. This is her way of pushing the issue.
Then I’m hit with another memory of being sprawled over his lap in the cab. My head falls forward. I’m going to have to face him after I practically humped his leg on the way here.
I’m wearing only my bra and panties so he must have undressed me before leaving me to sleep. There’s a sweatshirt at the foot of the bed so I pull that on and then venture out to find the source of that amazing smell.
Milo’s back is to me when I enter the kitchen so I take a moment to admire a truly spectacular ass covered in black boxer-briefs. How the hell did he hide that ass under those tailored suits all this time? I was probably too distracted by the rest of him to notice but now that it’s on display and waggling in my face, I’m going to enjoy the view. I stifle a giggle when the music blaring from his phone registers.
“Does Wallace know you’re a Justin Bieber fan?” My smile widens whe
n his ass pauses mid-hip thrust at my words.
He glances over his shoulder. “You have a light step. I didn’t know you were there.” He reaches over and turns the music down. “And my love of pop music is going to stay between you and me. If anything that would just make Wallace decide that we need to be friends.”
After turning off the burner under whatever he’s cooking, Milo walks over to me. Actually walking is probably a mild word for how he stalks over, all rolling hips and intense eyes. He plants his hands on either side of me and then proceeds to kiss every thought from my head. By the time he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard and his cock is trying to work its way out of the waistband of his underwear.
“Good morning,” he murmurs before turning back to the counter where there’s a plate of bacon and a stack of pancakes.
“Damn right it is,” I mumble as I take a seat.
Over breakfast we talk about everything other than my drunken escapade the night before. I’m grateful for the reprieve and that he doesn’t mention that I ditched him after work. Now that I’m looking back on it, I’m ashamed of how I handled things yesterday. Yes, it’s weird to work alongside someone that you have insane sexual chemistry with. But Milo has done everything he can to make me feel comfortable and respected. He’s been a perfect gentleman.
I’ve been a jerk.
“Thank you for coming to get me from the bar. I didn’t know Ari was going to call you. But I’m glad she did.”
Milo kisses me on the forehead. “It was my pleasure. Wouldn’t have missed that show for the world. Especially the part where you announced to the whole bar that you wanted to have some meaningless sex.”
Groaning, I cover my face. “I’ve obviously mentally blocked some of this out. Please tell me there’s no video evidence of that.”
He chuckles. “If only I’d known to have my camera out. There’s no telling if someone else got it though. You’d just better hope no one puts it on YouTube.”
We both laugh at that. I help him collect our plates from the table and it’s a comfortable silence as we work side-by-side to clean up.
“You know I didn’t mind coming to get you, right?” Milo is watching me with an inscrutable expression on his face.