Silent No More(6)

Fuck!

I can’t believe I let this happen. This is so not me; I swear.

I ease the door open and walk out. Sitting at a desk next to one of the windows is the asshole himself. I’m overcome with relief for some strange reason. That’s a weird feeling and one I don’t think I should have at this moment. He looks up and our eyes lock. He still has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen. Super intense. That part I definitely remember. He smiles at me, showing no teeth, but it’s definitely a warm smile.

“Good morning,” he greets me as he closes the lid on his MacBook. Shutting the door behind me, I continue looking at him, wondering how I ended up here. I try to rationalize everything in my head, but I was in his bed after all. I always think the worst of every situation I’m in. At least I was wearing my underwear. Surely, that’s a good sign?

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Shannon.

“Hi,” is the only thing out of my mouth as I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. My tone is low and soft. I sound unsure of myself. He has a smirk on his face as he stands up from his desk chair. After he pushes the chair back, he walks around to the side of his desk.

He leans against the desk crossing his legs. He’s dressed very similar to the way he was last night, only his white dress shirt is buttoned all the way and he’s sporting a black tie to match his suit. The jacket, however, is open, same as last night’s attire.

Wow, the man really is hot! No one should be this breathtaking, especially early in the morning. The five o’clock shadow I recall from last night is gone. In its place is the beginning of a goatee. He looks positively scrumptious. I regret not finding a bathroom to make sure I look presentable. I probably look like crap.

Slowly, I ask the question screaming in my head. The question I’m not sure I want to know the answer to. “How did I get here?” My voice is still low.

“I brought you here last night,” he tells me as he picks up a coffee mug from his desk, taking a small sip. He never breaks eye contact with me. He’s looking at me the same way he did last night. I feel nervous and my body warms all over. This is a feeling I’m not used to, and on top of it, his response annoys me. I ask the question again and I clear my throat. I know he knows what I’m really trying to ask, but apparently, he wants to play games. I hate games and I’m not about to be played with.

“Let me rephrase. How did I end up in your bed, half naked, wearing what I assume is your shirt?” I mentally pat myself on the back; I sound stronger. I cross my arms across my chest, waiting for his response. I try to look the part of someone assertive. His smirk turns into an amazing wide smile, showing off perfect white teeth. Is there anything not perfect on this man? He lets out a small laugh, obviously finding this funny.

I don’t.

“Well,” he starts out, “when you passed out at the bar and nearly fell on your face like I told you would happen, I brought you here where you would be safe and could sleep it off.” After a beat, he adds, “To clarify, you weren’t in just my t-shirt. I believe you were also wearing a lacy bra and panties when I put you in my bed last night.” My mouth falls open. He has a tight smile, but doesn’t wait for me to respond. “So how’s your head feeling this morning?”

“Fine,” I spit out a little too quickly, but it is the truth. I probably should have a nightmare of a headache, but I don’t. I’m well rested and that’s a little scary. People are supposed to have hangovers from hell when they drink like I did last night.

He rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t believe me. “Really?” he asks with a huff, and then takes another sip of his drink. He sits it back down on the desk, and then crosses his arms to match mine.

“Yes…really.” I hesitate breaking eye contact to look for the door. “I have to go,” I say as I spot it on the far end of the room. Making my way over to the door, I grab my purse sitting on the coffee table then bolt out. Once I have exited, I’m relieved he didn’t stop me.

Leaning against the door, I try to calm my nerves. That was awkward to say the least. I still don’t know what happened…did I…if we. Ughhh.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I get that drunk? Because your boyfriend cheated on you! I remind myself, and your best friend might as well have gutted you with a knife.

Fucking bitch!

I make my way to the elevator and press the down button. As I wait for its arrival, I notice I’m on the top floor, the floor to the penthouse. Wow…way to pick ‘em up, Shannon. I don’t let my mind wander any longer. I get in, pressing the button to the seventh floor. At least I’m still in the hotel.