Tilly

Tilly

Istretchedmyarms out in a long straight line above my head, lacing my fingers, and my whole body seemed to curl at the action.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Then blinked hard and opened them again.

“What the hell,” I whispered. My head turning from left to right as I took in the large room.

The bed was the largest I’d ever seen, obviously specially made, as there was no way something this big came from a department store. A delicate lilac colour graced the room, matched with a purple and white pattern on an accent wall. The bedding was stark white, and as I ran the cotton through my thumbs and fingers, feeling the high quality and knowing it was way more than my pay grade.

A large abstract painting covered another wall. Black lines mingled together with flashes of colour.

I sat up in the bed and studied that picture for a short time before I wriggled off the bed and sucked back a breath because as I looked down at my body; I noticed I wore a pair of pyjamas.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and pushed myself off the bed. Walked into the open area behind the bed, to find the largest walk-in robe I’d ever encountered. Rows of beautiful clothes, dresses, skirts, designer shoes.

This is a lady’s bedroom.

I went home with a woman?

I went home with someone?

What the fuck was I drinking last night? I never went home with anyone.

I tentatively pushed my hand inside my shorts and ran a finger between my thighs and glanced again at the lady’s clothing.

Had she left me in bed to go to work?

On the opposite side of the bedroom were two doors, and I pushed at the first and opened the door to an en-suite bathroom. The most beautiful one I had ever encountered, with white marble on the floor and walls, floor to ceiling glass shower, and a large black oval bath and matching tap ware. Looking at the bath, if I knew where I was, I’d be jumping in right now.

But I didn’t. I had a pee, and the toilet flushed as I rose from it. This was as fancy as it gets. I seated myself back down on the toilet and pressed a button, and couldn’t take the smile from my face. I glanced between my legs to see my vagina having a douching.

I washed my hands and picked up the fluffiest towel and inhaled the smell of fresh linen, rubbing the velvety material over my face before drying my hands.

But my heart hammered in my chest at the sudden rush of where-the-fuck-am-I? My breath hitched, and I held one of the two porcelain oval sinks as I stared at my flushed reflection.

I need my bag. My medication.

And it was time to get the hell out of here.

Where was I?

I opened the tap and with two hands, threw cold water over my face, my neck, my body. I gasped and braced my hands on the sink and stared at my reflection again as black mascara cascaded down my cheeks.

“What have you fucking done?” I whispered, staring again and rubbing at the mascara.

Panic bloomed as my insides rolled, realising my stupidity. From blaming myself to the stupid alphas in the office who had got me in such a panic that I taken my drinking from its usual merry buzz to plain outright drunkenness.

I staggered out of the bathroom and ran back to the wardrobe. “Where are my clothes?”

I started at the head of the wardrobe and fingered through every dress, every blouse, every skirt.

No clothes. No bag.

I needed to leave.

Opening drawers. Underwear, tee shirts, leggings, a drawer for jewellery. A Rolex watch, diamond jewellery.

Oh, my god... she’s an alpha. Only an alpha female would have a wardrobe like this. Jewellery that was like this.

I opened another drawer, pulling out a pair of leggings and a tee shirt. Size didn’t matter. I just needed to leave before she came back and scented me. She wouldn’t miss a pair of leggings and a tee shirt and shoes. I needed shoes.

Had she already scented me?

Calm down Tilly, she wouldn’t have left if she scented you.

Why did she take my bag and clothes?

A quick wave of my hand across my face didn’t calm me, not in the slightest. As I tried to remember last night, but nothing was forthcoming. Had she seduced me in the living room, were my clothes sprawled across her floor? And my bag.

I needed to leave. I needed to get home.