“Don’t distract me! I’m upside down.” I giggled.
“You’re also drunk.” Sam tilted a little, unsteady on her feet.
“You’re just jealous that I can pole dance.” I stuck my tongue out at her, which made her laugh.
I was a bit sloshed, but I wasn’t going to tell Sam that. My legs slipped and I slid the rest of the way to the ground, my head stopping my fall. Maybe I was drunker than I thought. The doorbell rang as I scrambled up from my spot on the floor.
“I’ve got it!” Chadwick took off to the front door, his steps a little too loud.
Backing away from the pole, I took a running jump and grabbed directly in the middle. I used my momentum to swing my legs high in the air. Making sure I had a good grip on the pole, I spread my legs into a split.
“Wow.” A deep voice broke into my thoughts and I looked up. A man was standing next to Chadwick, wearing a backpack and carrying a large duffel bag. His dark eyes ran over my body and I shivered, which was a bad thing. My hands slipped and I fell, crashing to the floor with a loud oof.
“Are you okay?” Sam ran over and helped me stand up, but I wasn’t feeling any pain. In fact, I was feeling awesome. Looking past Sam’s shoulder, I smiled at the hottie and waved. He was perfection, from his messy dark hair down to his scuffed boots. And exactly what we needed to end the night with a bang.
“Heeey yooou. I don’t remember hiring a stripper, but boy am I glad you showed up.” I let Sam help me up to my feet and wondered why she was making a choking sound. I slapped her on the back, worried. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Fine!” Sam barked a laugh. “That’s not—”
“Good! Because it looks like I outdid myself!” I turned her around with a flourish to look at the delicious man standing on the stairs. His shirt strained across his chest as he shifted his feet and I found myself thinking about tracing my fingers across those hard lines. I let my eyes run over him instead, taking in the tight plaid shirt, worn jeans, and work boots. There was nothing polished or metropolitan about him. Everything screamed outdoors. And I liked it.
“Cathy,” Sam tried to stop me, but I shrugged her off and skipped up the steps.
“What are you supposed to be? A lost lumberjack?” I pulled the heavy bag out of his hands and set it on the ground. “We’ll, c’mon! Someone start some music.” I gyrated my hips a little and wiggled my eyebrows. “Take it off, bab-ay!”
“If you insist, gorgeous.” His American accent gave me pause as a dim memory tried to fight through the fog in my brain, but it didn’t last long. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his calloused fingers worked the top couple of his buttons free. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or just his deep brown eyes, but I was entranced. I didn’t even notice when Sam climbed the stairs.
I couldn’t look away from him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and exposed the skin underneath. The need to touch that tantalizing bit of flesh raced through me, and my fingers twitched. Hypnotized by the color of melted chocolate, I leaned forward. One corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and it only added to his charm. Where it might have been a turn- off in another man, it simply added to this stripper’s appeal. I smiled in response, eager for him to continue.
“God, please don’t, David. I’ll never be able to look at you again.” She covered his hands with her own and laughed, her cheeks a bright red.
“David?” I looked at him, confused, before looking over my shoulder at Jess. She was nodding her head with wide eyes like I was supposed to remember something. “David?” I said the name again, mulling over what that could mean.
I looked down at the bag I had taken from him and my eyes landed on his boots. It was then that a moment of clarity surged through my mind like a stampede of wild horses and I covered my mouth.
“Oh God.” A wave of nausea hit me. “You’re Sam’s friend.”
I promptly turned around and threw up into a potted plant.
THREE
SUNLIGHT STREAMED IN through a crack in the curtains, tracing a fiery path of pain directly across my face.
“Ow.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Ow, ow, ow.”
I threw my arm over my eyes and willed myself to die. Never had I ever been so hungover in my life. If it wasn’t for my dire need to use the bathroom I wouldn’t have moved ever again, but my bladder was not going to let that happen. Rolling over with a groan, I cracked one eye open.
On the table next to the bed was a bottle of water and two small white pills. It was like the Alcohol Gods knew exactly what I needed; or more likely, Chadwick had planned ahead. I picked up the pills and made out the aspirin brand name before tossing them back and drinking the water. With a shaky breath I swung my legs onto the floor and shuffled to the bathroom.