I return her smile and go to find the others in the bar.
Sierra
As I head up to my room, I find that I can’t get Chance out of my head. He looked so different in his jeans and t-shirt. Trendy. It’s funny because he’s two years younger than me, but I always think of him as older. Out of the three Hunter brothers, if I didn’t know them, I would say Chance was the oldest. There’s a maturity about him and he’s always so well presented. But tonight he looked… different.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve always thought he was good looking. He has a strong jaw, full lips and beautiful blue eyes. His fair hair is always just the right amount of mussed up and he’s tall and muscular. But I’ve never looked at him and felt myself respond to his looks like I did tonight.
Not that it matters. I mean nothing can ever happen between us. Chance is my boss and I’m not someone who acts unprofessional. Plus, he’s a total workaholic and I could never be with someone who didn’t have time for our relationship.
Our relationship. God, listen to me. You’d think he’d asked me out or something. All he did was give me a night off, and it’s a night I would normally have had off anyway. I shake my head, pushing away my silly daydreams as I step out of the elevator and go to find my room.
I find it easily and step inside. It’s nice, better than nice, luxurious. I knew it would be though. Chance had never been one to stay somewhere nice and put me somewhere cheap when we’ve been to conferences and stuff.
I unpack my things and take my suit off. I look at the clothes I’ve brought, wondering what to wear now I’ve got the night off. I settle on a knee length black dress and heels. I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror.
I sit down on the end of the bed. I really do want to go out and explore Vegas, but where would I go on my own? I’m kind of hungry, but sitting alone in a restaurant in Vegas is just too pathetic for words.
I decide to go for a walk along the strip and go to one of the casinos. Loads of people go to those alone, so I won’t look out of place. And then I’ll grab some takeout food to bring back up to my room once I’m done.
I’m humming to myself as I grab my bag and head for the door. I place my hand on the handle and a loud knock sounds from the other side. I make a startled yelping sound and then I tell myself not to be paranoid.
I open the door and my heart sinks when I see Chance standing there. I guess a night off was too much to ask for after all. It looks like it’s going to be a slice of pizza while I work tonight.
Chance
I wake up slowly and the first thing, no, the only thing, I notice is the absolute fucking blinding pain in my head. The light streaming in the window is dazzling me and I close my eyes, trying to drift off to sleep again, but it’s no use. There’s no way I will be able to get to sleep with my head pounding like this. I sit up slowly, the room spinning around me. I kick my feet over the side of the bed and groan quietly.
What the fuck happened last night? Clearly, I drank far too much, but right now, it feels more like I was run over about fifty times. I blink a few times and the spinning stops. I run my hands over my face and groan again, louder this time.
A gasp from behind me startles me to my feet.
Sierra sits up, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked breasts. Her naked breasts. What the fuck? Even through the pain in my head and my utter confusion I can’t help but notice her eyes. Without her glasses hiding them, they sparkle brightly. Even with the mascara smudges beneath them and the creases in her face from the pillow, I notice how beautiful she is. Her hair hangs around her face and over her shoulders. It’s so much longer than I imagined it. It’s got a slight curl to it that suits her.
“Mr. Hunter,” she says, not looking at me. “What’s going on?”
I think we’re well past her calling me Mr. Hunter, but I don’t say that. Instead, I just gape at her like an idiot for a few moments.
Her eyes flit to my face and then she looks away again.
“I-I don’t know,” I admit. I clear my throat awkwardly. What the hell happened between us? Why is Sierra in my bed? And why is someone inside of my head banging away with a huge hammer?
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Sierra asks quietly.
Because you’re absolutely stunning and I’ve never noticed it before and I can’t understand how I’ve never seen it. “I guess I’m just not used to seeing you with your hair down,” I say.
I mean it literally. I’ve never seen Sierra without a French pleat or a tight bun in her hair.
She raises an eyebrow and looks at me, keeping her eyes firmly on my face. She gives me a half smile. “I could say the same about you,” she says.
I frown, confused, and her eyes flicker down for just a second. Long enough for me to realize I am standing there completely naked, my morning wood pointing at Sierra like an accusatory finger. “Shit, sorry.” I spot my boxer shorts on the ground and I grab them and pull them on.
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a train,” Sierra says, rubbing her temples.
“Yeah. I know that feeling,” I say.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asks.
I nod.
She pulls the sheet tighter around herself.
