“Kendra! Kendra!”
Remembering I’m still on the phone, I pick it up from the floor. “I fell over.”
I hear her sigh into the phone. “Get yourself a wash and some coffee, and then deal with Natalie. She can wait. I think she mentioned you didn’t have anything until tomorrow morning anyway.”
I rub my eyes. I just can’t get to grips with all of this. Appointments? Appointments for what exactly? I need to find out more, and the only way I can is if I can get to my phone and have a good nose through.
“You’re right. I better go. I need to make sure I’m ready to meet you… where again?”
“Alessandro’s,” she sighs into the phone.
“Right. I’ll see you there at two.”
“Sure thing,” she replies, before hanging up.
I pick the phone off the floor and replace the receiver before putting it back in its rightful place. I grab my purse, pulling out my phone and finding it dead.
Fantastic.
I spend the next five minutes looking around the room trying to find a charger for it, only to then realize it must be in my suitcase. Complete facepalm moment.
I place the phone on charge and make my way into the grand ensuite bathroom, peeling off the dress that seems to have somehow stuck to me like a second skin. The water is wonderful, dropping onto me like a gentle rain, but then the showerhead is huge. I close my eyes, lathering up my whole body before moving onto my hair. It’s hands down the best shower I’ve ever had.
By the time I’m finished, I’m a lot more relaxed and feeling myself again—whoever that is. The song “Losing Your Memory” by Ryan Star plays in my head, making me smile. It’s strange how I can remember little things like songs and movies, but I can’t remember who I am. It’s the most absurd and bizarre notion.
I’m absentmindedly humming the song and walking through the bathroom with one towel wrapped around me while I towel-dry my hair with another.
“Good morning, my little bunny-wunny.”
The unfamiliar male voice has me jumping out of my skin. I shriek, spinning in the direction of my bed and what I find horrifies me. There’s a man with a physique like the statue of David lying completely naked on top of my bed. My mouth drops open, causing him to cock his eyebrow a couple of times. He then strokes the bed before tapping it. “Care to join me?”
This strange man is naked on my bed, his member up and proud for the world to see. The only reaction I can think of is to scream.
So that’s what I do. I scream loudly at the top of my lungs, causing this guy to jump out of bed, falling over himself in the process. He lands face first, giving me a view of his hairy bottom and the dangly bits between his legs.
“Oh my God, get out!” I scream, wishing I would wake up from this nightmare. I knew today was going to be bad, but this is bad in the most epic proportions.
“But… but my little bunny,” he shouts, pushing himself up from the floor with his hands, causing him to bend over so much that I can see inside the crack of his ass.
“Oh. My. God. Please get out.”
He manages to get up, spinning around so sharply that his tackle bounces in the air. “Little bunny,” he says again, his arms out to embrace me.
I grab the nearest thing I can find and hold it up as a weapon. “Don’t come near me,” I sneer, quickly realizing that said object is a hairbrush. There’s not much damage I can do with it, but it at least gives him pause.
“Little bunny,” he says again, making me cringe.
“Will you please stop calling me that.”
The smile on this Adonis’s face has me hissing at him. “But you love it when I call you bunny.”
I whip my hand to the direction of my door. “I won’t ask you again. Get your clothes and get out, or I’m calling the police.”
He stands stock still at first, his gaze trying to figure out if I’m playing a joke on him. If he doesn’t leave soon, I’m going to whip this hairbrush at an area where the sun doesn’t shine.
Thankfully, he turns, grabbing some trunks and mumbling something inaudible under his breath. It’s only once he’s out the door that I manage to exhale some air.
“What in the hell is going on?” I say out loud, with no one to hear.