Oh, my head hurts. I'm so warm. What is that? Something is very soft. I slowly open my eyes to peek at my surroundings, finding cream-colored silk sheets covering my body. I'm in a huge room with the bed facing the window with a view of the ocean. I could stay here forever but my head will never allow me to.
Wait a minute. Where the hell am I? The door knob twists and steam makes its way into the room. And not long after that, a shadow. The shadow of a man. "Good morning," he said and made his way over to me, wearing only a white towel around his torso, exposing his smooth, tanned, and hard chest and stomach.
I grunt from the pain in my eyes and say, "Good morning, Trevor." He takes a seat next to me and hands me a glass of mango juice. "Drink up," he said. He handed me the glass along with the hangover-fixer pill.
I swallow the pill and enjoy the wet feeling the juice gives on my parched throat. My lips are now very cold. The other side of the bed is not made. That means... Oh, bloody hell. We had sex. "Why am I wearing this? Where is my dress?"
He leaned closer to me, took the glass from me, and licked a small drop of juice that slid down the glass. He licked his lips and said, "You threw up. You needed a change of clothes. So, you're in my shirt and I sent your dress to the dry cleaners."
I gave a fake laugh and said, "How did I get into the shirt?"
He brushed away a strand of my hair behind my ear, and involuntarily I leaned into his touch. "I undressed you and put you in my shirt and then into bed." My eyes widened in shock and I'm trying my best not to show it.
"Don't worry. Nothing happened. I want you to be conscious when something does. Like now. Well, maybe not exactly like now," he said seductively.
I can't help the hot feeling I get in my cheeks. Oh, great! I'm blushing.
"Lucky for you, it's Saturday. That means you can sleep in and recover from the hangover. I have my own meeting with my father today. Don't worry, not at the company. Oh, but you have to come with me. After all, you are his personal assistant, right?"
All I can do is nod. "Yeah. But I can't go in my party dress or this shirt," I say and get out of bed. Excuse me... his bed.
"I already sent Jonathan to buy you some clothes," he said. And then it hit me. Ella! Gwen!
"Ella and Gwen?"
"Jonathan took them home. They're safe. And by the time they wake up, they will also have juice with a fixer. I told you that he would take care of them."
Why did he go through all this trouble to save my ass? Again? "Thank you. Why are you doing this?" I asked. I was really grateful that he was the one to find me, but I needed to know.
"What?"
"This - everything. You called me and where did you get my phone number anyway?" A stupid, naughty grin formed in the corner of his mouth. I couldn't help but look at his eyes and then at his lips. "Do you really think that I don't have access to everyone's files in my father's business? In my business?"
How dare he? Deliberately looking for my phone number. Having access to my files? He can't just look for my phone number and decide to call me! I'm his father's assistant for crying out loud! Nothing can ever happen between us!
"Trevor, ah, Mr. Walker, I think that we should have a talk," I said and cleared my throat. Damn it! Why don't I have any spit in my mouth? Shit! What do I say now?
I get up from the bed and walk to the window. Only then I'm realizing that I'm only wearing my panties and bra with Trevor's shirt. When I turned around to face him, his back was still showing with damp glittering in the sunlight and his sculpted muscles showing off.
Those muscles move as he tries to turn, but he only turns his head and says, "Sure. What do you want to talk about?" He turns to face me fully.
I can't focus on him looking at me like that. His green eyes are staring deep into my soul. "Look, I really appreciate what you did for me and my friends last night. But I think we've got our wires crossed. I feel like, uhm, we should keep things professional. I mean I work for your father. So, yeah."
He stood up and walked towards me. I can't breathe. He keeps walking until he's right in front of me. I have to stop him. And I did. I held my hand out in front of me and said, "Trevor..." He stops for one second and then one tiny step forward until his chest is against my palm.
My fingertips are burning under his skin. His skin is so beautifully tanned and smooth. He keeps stepping forward. And with each step he takes forward, I take one back until I can no longer move because of the stupid glass doors to the balcony keeping me trapped in his embrace.
"Trevor..." I say out of breath.
"Amabel..." he said my name so well. It's such a turn-on. Focus Amabel! His fingers graze the skin on my arms and glide them up to my neck. Wherever he touched me, goosebumps appeared and stayed there. My breathing picks up and his hand is resting on my cheek.
Then, reality kicks in. Still keeping me trapped, I look into his eyes and say, "Look, what happened that night - it will never happen again..."
"Okay," he said with a smile as if it was a challenge. As if he maybe knew that I wanted more. Like he knew I was lying.
"Okay," I said, thinking that the discussion was over.
"Okay," he said with a huge grin on his face.
"What? I'm serious, Trevor."
"Okay," he said and turned around on me.
"Stop saying that!"
"Okay."
"Why won't you stop!" I shout.
He stopped in his tracks, turned his head to the side like the sides of his head, had eyes to watch me all the time, smiled, and said nothing further.
"Why are you so annoying?" He walks back to me slowly. "You're frustrating me," I said. So much irritation and annoyance are flooding in my veins.
"Sexually?" he asked. Oh, my god! I am going to kill him.
"I'm going to kill you," I said and turned around looking out at the ocean.
I could feel him getting closer to me until he stood right behind me. I can feel his breathing on my neck and then he whispered, "Before you do, I have one last request..."
I scoffed at him and said, "And what might that be?"
"Kiss me," he said with his lips softly touching my ear. Then he takes my waist and turns me around.
"Kiss me," he said again.
"Kiss me," it started to sound like a prayer.
"Kiss me, Amabel," he tilted his head to meet his lips with mine. But he didn't kiss me. Every time he said it, his voice slowed down and became quieter. He was breathing very hard, never taking his eyes off my lips...
I want you too...