"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly worried that he might have hurt her.
"Ryan, get off me, I'm going to be sick." As soon as Ryan rolled off her she jumped out of bed and ran naked to the bathroom, covering her mouth with her hand. She made it just in time before she puked up into the toilet. "Go away, I don't want you to see me this way," she said when she felt him behind her and he held her hair back.
He ignored her request to leave and handed her a cloth to wipe her mouth on. He couldn't help feeling something when she shivered, her face so pale and eyes tearing up. Picking her up gently carried her back to bed, pulling the covers over her. There was no way in hell he was going to send her home in the condition she was in. If he thought he was going to get an argument from her he was mistaken, she had fallen asleep, passed out was more like it. Getting into bed he laid next to her, watching her sleep.
When she woke up her head was pounding, her throat dry. Opening her eyes she realized she must have spent the night at Ryan's place. She was alone in the bed but she could still smell his scent next to her. Getting up she took a quick shower and got dressed. Not wanting to see him she goes to the door and was almost out when he called out her name.
"Ria, where are you going?"
She stopped, turned around. "I'm leaving. I'm sorry about coming here last night drunk and for falling asleep. I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be, it was fun and you being drunk was wild, the way you attacked me was hot. Stay and have some coffee. I made you some dry toast, good for an upset stomach." He takes her hand and walks with her to the kitchen where he had coffee, juice, and toast waiting for her.
Sitting across from her he pushed the plate with the toast on it. "Eat this, it will make you feel better. So why were you upset when you came over here? I could tell you had been crying."
"Ryan, I thought we agreed not to make this any more personal than it already is."
"I don't give a damn about our agreement, f**k it. I don't like seeing a woman cry. I want to know what happened yesterday."
Hearing the anger in his voice she knew she had better tell him. So she told him the whole story and how Mathew was given two of her best clients. "Now I can't even go back to work till after Richard's trial and I testify."
"I have to testify too. Look, I have to go to Rome for a few days, and since you have time off why don't you come with me?"
She almost choked on her coffee. "You want me to go to Rome with you, why?"
"Why not? It's not like you have anything else to do, besides, I can't stay away from your sweet p**sy for a week. I'm sure you'll be missing what I have been giving you."
"I'm beginning to think we should have had a contract written up as to the rules to this arrangement of ours. You keep changing the rules. I never know from one day to another what will change."
"Let's just say I'm changing the rules," he said, staring into her eyes.
"Like what?" she asked, feeling a cold chill going down her spine.
"All of it. We will spend the nights we f**k together and will have conversations, no more up and leaving once we're done. Also, and this one is the most important. You and I will be exclusive, we will not be going out with anyone while we're together. Is that understood?"
"You can't keep changing the rules everytime you feel like it," she snapped, she was beginning to remember why she didn't like him at the beginning.
"Oh but I can, and I just did," he said with a smirk on his face.
"Then maybe we should just end things now," she said, feeling the anger building up inside her.
Getting up he went and stood behind her, his hand going down her top and inside her bra, cupping her breast. Already he could feel her nipple hardening as he moved his thumb over it. "I'm not ready to end things yet, and I don't think you are either."