Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

She groaned as she remembered sliding the sexy bartender her room number. Her head ached, and her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. It took more effort than she expected to roll over and check the little alarm clock to see what time it was.

A little after ten in the morning.

Not only had she gotten drunk, propositioned a bartender and failed, but she had also slept in.

Brianna would be so proud of her.

There was a soft knock on the door.

“I don't need any housekeeping!” Cassie yelled, but it came out more like a croak. She needed another glass of water and a new head. This one hurt too much.

The door cracked open.

“No housekeeping!” Cassie called out again.

“I need to grab my swimsuit,” Brianna said through the crack in the door. "Is it safe to come in, or can you just hand me my suitcase?"

“You can come in,” Cassie told her. “I'm all by myself.”

Cassie heard the Brianna push the door open further and then the soft thump as it shut behind her.

“Are you hungover?” Brianna asked upon seeing Cassie still in bed.

“Maybe.”

“You are!” Brianna clapped her hands with joy. “I'm so proud of you!”

“You're proud of me having a raging headache and feeling like I want to puke?”

“Yup.” Brianna grinned at her. Cassie pulled the pillow up and over her face.

“I want to hear all about it,” Brianna said, sitting on the foot of Cassie's bed. When Cassie didn't say anything, Brianna poked her foot until she groaned.

“If you get me a water and some aspirin, I will tell you.” Cassie's voice was muffled by the pillow.

“Done.” Brianna got up, pulled a tepid Gatorade from the mini-fridge and a bottle of painkillers from her own bag. She unscrewed the lid and handed the bottle to Cassie.

Cassie slowly sat up and took the pain meds with a sip of Gatorade. It felt good on her throat. Thank god Wyatt had gotten some water into her last night. Now that she was sitting with some liquid in her hands, she didn't feel as bad as she had been afraid she would.

“So?” Brianna bounced on the edge of the bed like a little kid.

“So, his name's Wyatt.” Cassie took another sip of Gatorade. “I totally embarrassed myself. I gave him my room number, and he didn't take it.”

“Seriously? That jerk.” Brianna crossed her arms. “I'd have taken it.”

“No, I think it's actually good,” Cassie said thoughtfully. “I was pretty wasted. He wants to meet me for lunch.”

“Wait, you didn't say anything about lunch.” Brianna's anger dropped and was quickly replaced by a smile. “You have a date!”

“I guess I do,” Cassie replied slowly. Her eyes went wide. “What the heck am I going to wear? What if he doesn't like sober me? What if I embarrass myself again?”

“First, you'll wear the blue sundress we got yesterday. Second, if he liked drunk you, he'll adore sober you. And third, who cares?” Brianna asked. “He's one guy on an island you won't be back on for a long time.”

Cassie considered that for a moment. Brianna was right of course, but the nervous butterflies and tightness in her chest didn't really let up. She liked Wyatt. The alcohol had undoubtedly helped her confidence, but she'd felt comfortable around him. She'd actually flirted with him. It was some of her best flirting if she did say so herself.

It didn't say much for her skills that she knew it was terrible. She'd made jokes about screaming orgasms and sex on the beach. It was low hanging fruit, but it had made him laugh.

That laugh was the thing that had her getting out of bed. The way he smiled at her, his green eyes full of light. He'd made her feel beautiful. Even if he'd turned her down.