“We'll just call it sibling rivalry.”
“Do you own this place too?” I knew nothing about these people.
“No.” She laughed. “I just help out a few nights a week. I'm actually an accountant in my real life.”
“Really?” I asked as I looked over her short, bleach blond hair, stick thin figure, and size D bra size.
“Don't look so shocked.” She laughed again. “It is possible to be hot and smart.”
“No, I didn't mean anything.” I couldn't find the words I should say. “Sorry.”
“I'll take it as a compliment. No worries.”
“So what's the deal with your brother?” I'm going to go ahead and blame my bravery on those shots.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he acts like he hates me one second, and then goes all caveman on me the next. It's a little confusing,” I answered honestly. “I'm not quite sure how to take him.”
“Hmmm.” She thought for a minute. “I'm not sure what I can tell you other than if he didn't like you, he wouldn't waste a second of his time on you. He's got a wild temper, you saw that. But he's a good guy Riley. If he wants the chance with you, try and give it to him. He doesn't open up to people often.”
Before I could pry anymore, I saw him walk in from the side of the bar and over to where I was sitting.
“What are you two talking about?” he asked.
“Nothing,” we both answered at the same time causing us to burst into a fit of laughter.
“Perfect,” he growled before helping me to my feet. “I'll see you tomorrow Mel.”
She was still laughing when we walked out of the door.
“Can you ride on the bike?” he asked as if he was suddenly aware of my outfit and state of mind.
“We can take the side streets, plus it's dark so no one should see you.”
“Where do you live?” I asked changing the subject.
“In an apartment above the bar.” He nodded upward.
I stood in silence and wrapped my arms over my chest when a crisp breeze blew past us.
“Let's go.” He placed his arm around my waist and pulled me into him as we began to make our way to his apartment.
“Hold on a sec.” I looked up at the flight of stairs before me and reached down to pull off my heels.
Before I could pull off the first shoe, I was swept into his arms and he was easily making his way up the stairs as if I weighed nothing. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I rested my head against his shoulder. He smelled like leather and a hint of cologne. I couldn't wait to see where this was all leading.
Chapter 5
I woke to a dark room and an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds allowing my eyes to adjust. The light from the hallway allowed me to see that the walls around me were exposed brick and that I was obviously lying in a bed with someone next to me. Where in the hell was I? How much did I drink last night? I reached to the nightstand next to me, searching for my phone or anything that would provide more light. No such luck.
The breathing next to me let me know that the person next to me was still asleep. Seriously, how much did I drink? I remembered everything up until we took those shots after I went to the office with Luke. Luke? No way in hell was I lying in his bed. Did we have sex last night? Shit.
I slowly slid out from under his arm and placed my feet on the ground. The room swayed a little bit as I stood, but I needed to find a bathroom before this situation became even more embarrassing. Somehow I maneuvered my way out of the room and into the hallway. Luckily the first door I came to was a bathroom. I found an unopened toothbrush in the medicine cabinet, and after releasing the remaining alcohol in my system and washing the makeup from my face, I walked back into the hallway.
Now what? Was I supposed to go back to bed with him. I looked down at the blue t-shirt that hung over my bare legs. Did I change myself into this? I swear if I had sex with a guy that hot and I don't even remember it...
My feet somehow led me to his kitchen where I found a bottle of water in the fridge and my purse sitting on the counter. I dug my phone out to see what time it was. 5:14AM. It wasn't too early to sneak out, I guess. If only I could find my clothes. I looked around at the black, granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances. This was a really nice kitchen for a guy. I wondered if he liked to cook.
“Hey.” I jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Hey,” I said back.
He stood in the doorway of his kitchen wearing only a pair of boxers. His tattooed, bulging arms crossed over his rock hard chest. My eyes traveled down to see the sculpted abs that had always been hidden under his t-shirts. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he took several steps toward me and ran a hand through my tangled mess of hair.