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.
Chapter Four
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. Wrapped up in it, she heads towards the bathroom door. She goes inside and closes the door.
I am still in a state of total and utter confusion, but I know I can’t still be as good as naked when she comes back out, and I start to gather up my clothes.
My clothes aren’t in the neat pile I would normally leave them in. They’re scattered all over. That could mean one of two things though. It could mean that Sierra and I were in the throes of passion and stripping off as we moved towards the bed. Or it could mean that I was blind drunk and was just taking my clothes off at random as I moved through the room, ready to collapse into bed.
Surely, it has to be option two. That would make the most sense. I can’t work out why Sierra is here though. I decide to just stop thinking about it for a moment. It’s not making anything any clearer and my head is hurting worse the more I try to make sense of anything.
I pull my jeans on with a sigh. I fasten the button and as I’m pulling the zip up, a scream comes from the bathroom. I run towards the door, calling out to make sure Sierra is okay.
Chapter Five
Sierra
I sit down on the closed lid of the toilet, the sheet still gathered around me. My head is fuzzy, aching and I feel kind of nauseous. I can live with that though. It’s only a hangover; nothing a few aspirin won’t cure. The aspirin won’t bring my memory back though.
What the actual fuck did I drink last night that was so potent that I have no recollection of the night before? I mean I’ve woken up a little disoriented before, but never in someone else’s bed without knowing how I got there. And I’ve always been able to piece the night together after a couple of minutes.
Think Sierra I tell myself. I can’t though. It’s just a blank space in my head where last night should be. I can’t help but think of Chance. An image flashes through my head of him standing beside the bed, his cock on show. I can’t help but smile despite myself. Chance is always so together, not someone who gets rattled. But his face when he realized his cock was not only out, but was hard and
