A Week in New York(24)
“Why didn’t you leave it in the room?” I asked.
“No key, no key, no key.” She was pretty unsteady on her feet, but her mouth was working just fine, if a little slurry.
“Did you lose your key?” I asked.
“No, of course I didn’t lose it. I left it in the room because of your weirdness this morning.” She prodded her finger into my cheek. “And then I wouldn’t have to bring it back and run into you when you dumped me, which would definitely happen because I have the worst luck with men, and that would be weirder and awkward so I left it, and then you texted me and then it was weird and now I’m here. I’m so tired.” She slumped against the elevator door.
That was a lot of information to process in one go. “We’re going to get you to bed, beautiful,” I said and pulled her against me. I kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry for being weird this morning.”
“That’s ok.” She looked up at me and grinned. “I think you’re awesome so I’ll forgive you.”
Something inside me warmed and I could feel myself harden. Jesus, how was some drunk crazy girl getting me hard?
I stroked her face. “I think you’re awesome, too.” She grinned, closed her eyes, and put her head on my chest.
Chapter Ten
She had barely said two words to me this morning. Rory was driving us to the Hamptons, which meant I could work, but I couldn’t concentrate with her next to me. Not to mention the hard-on that I’d had for 12 hours.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her again.
She grunted and curled her legs under her. She was wearing her sunglasses so I couldn’t see her expression.
“A little delicate?” I suggested.
She nodded. “With a good dose of humiliation thrown in.”
“There’s nothing for you to feel humiliated about. You’re a cute drunk. I’ve seen a lot worse.”
“Oh god. Don’t, Ethan. God knows what I said to you last night. I’m so embarrassed.” She turned to face the window. I unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her over onto my lap. Her body was limp and unresponsive.
“Listen to me,” I said as she put her head in her hands. I wasn’t sure if she was crying. “Listen to me,” I repeated, pulling her hands away. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You didn’t say anything. You introduced me to the cocktail list in the bar, and then when I got you upstairs you passed out in your clothes. It was a pretty uneventful evening.”
“We didn’t have sex?”
“I’m not going to have sex with you passed out. I might have a permanent hard-on with you around, but Jesus, I can control myself.”
“God. We’re meant to be having a sex-filled fling. I’m not holding up my end of the bargain very well.” Her hands went back to her face. I pulled them away.
“Beautiful, we’re having plenty of sex, and we’re going to have plenty of sex this weekend, believe me.”
“And I didn’t say anything to embarrass myself?” she asked.
“Like what?” What was she so worried about?
She shrugged.
“No. You told me you thought I was awesome.”
She groaned.
“Why’s that embarrassing? I am awesome,” I said and I grinned at her.
She laughed, which made me smile.
“I told you I thought you were awesome, too,” I said.
“You did?”
I nodded.
“Ok. I’m starting to feel a little more human.”
“Can you lose the shades? I miss your eyes.”
She shook her head. “I need carbs and three gallons of water before the shades come off.”
Anna
After stopping for a breakfast burrito, we arrived at Ethan’s sister’s house around 11 a.m. The house was spectacular. With a pool and view of the ocean and a million rooms.
“No one has pools in the UK, really,” I mused staring into the water.
“Well, let’s make the most of it, then,” Ethan said as he slapped my ass. “I want to see you in your skimpiest bikini.”
“I don’t do skimpy. Have you seen my ass?”
“Yes, and it’s perfect. Totally nude is fine, too. Let’s change.”
The pool was a fantastic antidote to the humidity. I swam lazily in no particular direction, wondering what was keeping Ethan. He’d changed into his trunks, so I expected him to be in the pool already.
After a few minutes he emerged from the patio doors looking spectacular. I’d seen him plenty naked, but in the sun, wearing his shades, the sheen of his skin gave his body’s contours even more definition. As if they needed it. He was my Sex God, for one week only.