A Mate for Gideon(22)

It had been made clear to them that any interaction with guys outside of the ten, was strictly forbidden.

“I’m going to head back.” Julie gestured in the direction of their hotel. Although the vampires insisted on calling it the human accommodations, Jenna had come to think of it as a hotel because, that’s what it was. Only, they didn’t have to pay.

She didn’t feel like going back just yet. There always seemed to be some or other group of vampires practicing either fighting or swordsmanship. Or just doing some sort of drill. It reminded her quite a bit of what she imagined guys would be doing if they were training for special forces. Right now, all was quiet. Tranquil, relaxed and calm. Just what she needed. “I think I’ll stay for a bit.” She smiled at Julie, who nodded.

“I’m going to go and read at the pool. We still have quite a few hours before we have to get ready for tonight. Dinner and dancing…” She rolled her eyes. “I struggle to imagine all those big, burly vampires strutting their stuff.”

Jenna swallowed thickly, she forced a smile. “They might actually surprise you.”

They said their goodbyes and she watched Julie walk away, her mind firmly on one and a half years ago when she’d first met Gideon. Her lips curled into a small smile.

Jenna wasn’t sure how long she had stood there, staring at the swans, remembering that first night with Gideon. Remembering how she had gotten sick all over him.

Her cheeks still heated at the thought of how she had covered him…them both in warm, stinking vomit. The only consolation was that it was mostly watery with the odd piece of what looked like a bit of carrot but couldn’t be since she hadn’t eaten any. The evidence had still been on her clothing the next morning. The next morning…she closed her eyes thinking back again…Her cheeks heating…

The morning after the puke episode was forever engraved in her mind. She could still remember every detail. She had woken up, head pounding. Her mouth tasted like she’d been sucking on a sewage pipe. Jenna took in her immediate view of the room without actually taking anything in. It hurt too badly to think clearly, she put a hand to her forehead and groaned. Her empty stomach lurched.

What the hell?

She was never drinking again. Especially if they were drinks that were pink and tasted like harmless soda or if they came in a little glass. Forget it. She licked her lips but her tongue was dry. The harsh light through the white curtains made her squint. Hang on just a darned second. Since when did she have white curtains? Since never. One of Jenna’s guilty pleasures was sleeping in on the weekend. Her curtains had always been dark, ideally black, purple or navy blue.

These were white. She squinted against the heavy light as the material billowed through the open window. Tastefully decorated. There was a desk and chair in the corner. On the side table was a landline phone, note pad and pen. This was a hotel. Her frown deepened.

She sat upright and the sheet that covered her pooled around her hips. Oh God! She was naked, as in butt-ass, like the day she was born, naked.

She gasped.

Then all out shrieked as a chuckle sounded from next to her. Jenna grabbed ahold of her boobs, whipping her head to the right so that she could see who the hell was with her.

Holy hell.

Jenna could remember meeting him and jumbled bits about their conversation. “Forget a ten, you’re at least a twelve,” she blurted.

The big guy from last night lay spread out on his back, his hands behind his head. The sheet barely covered his package which she could tell was damned big. Her already dry mouth became desert like. A lazy half smile took residence on his face. The gold flecks in his dark eyes glinted. Stubble shaded his masculine jaw, accentuating the cleft in his chin. Forget the ten, even if she gave him a twelve, it would probably be too conservative. He was off the charts hot.

He was also very naked and a complete stranger. She couldn’t even remember his name. Jenna glanced down. Her hands still cupped her breasts. They were both completely naked. “Oh no! Wait a minute…did we? Did you and I…”

Crap!

He shook his head. “I would never take advantage of a female that was under the influence of alcohol. I have more honor than that.”

Jenna squeezed her thighs together. She wasn’t sore or sticky down there, but that didn’t mean anything. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you think I was born yesterday? We’re both naked and in a hotel room. Something must’ve happened.” Although the thought of having sex with a guy this steamy didn’t sound quite as bad as what it should. He was a complete stranger. Might even be a mass murderer. She wasn’t in the least bit afraid of him though.