Page 59 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I lifted a brow. “And did you need to be carried out of the bar?”

“Nah,” he answered. “I think I made it out on my own steam, but my brothers had to keep me steady on the way out.”

I let out a long sigh. “Okay, that makes me feel slightly less ridiculous, but I could do without this stupid hangover.”

“You’re doing better than I thought you would,” Kaleb admitted as he watched me pick up my sandwich. “At least you’re eating. Headache?”

I nodded slowly as I chewed and swallowed. “Bad headache. Thanks for leaving me everything I needed at the bedside. I’m not sure I would have made it downstairs without those things. Now tell me exactly what I did and said that I can’t remember.”

He eyed me a little warily. “What do you remember?”

“The last thing I have a clear memory of is standing up to dance and being hit by all that alcohol at once,” I confessed remorsefully.

He shrugged. “Not much happened after that. We danced, you finished your second drink, and I helped you get back home.”

“I was in my pajamas when I woke up. Did you help me with that, too?” I questioned curiously.

“A little,” he told me. “It’s nothing I didn’t see when I stripped you down at the cabin. You managed most of it yourself. I made sure you were in bed before I left your bedroom. You were out almost from the time your head hit the pillow. You have the cutest little snore I’ve ever heard when you’re drunk.”

I cringed. I’d probably snored like a drunken sailor, but Kaleb would never tell me that. “That couldn’t have been pretty,” I said, embarrassed to think about how I’d looked passed out on the bed like that.

He shot me a teasing grin. “You look beautiful, even when you’re inebriated.”

I shot him a small smile. I couldn’t help it. “And I think you’re full of crap, Kaleb Remington.”

There was nothing attractive about an obnoxiously drunk female.

“What else did I babble on about?” I asked, almost nervous to hear what I’d said in my intoxicated state.

He had a mischievous look on his face when he answered, “Do you really want to hear about that?”

“Yes,” I said immediately.

“When we were dancing, you did say you wished we were naked. You also mentioned that you were ready to have sex with me,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take any of that seriously.”

I had to force myself to swallow the bite of my sandwich in my mouth.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I could tell by his expression that he wasn’t joking.

I really had said those things to him last night.

“Hey, don’t sweat the things you said,” Kaleb said in a soothing tone. “It was the alcohol talking.”

I nodded without saying another word and took a sip of my coffee.

Maybe the alcohol had made those words slip out of my mouth when my guard was down, but I was sure everything I’d said was true.

I just hadn’t been able to talk about it when I was sober.

Holy shit! I’d finally gotten up the nerve to tell Kaleb Remington that I wanted him, and he hadn’t believed a single word I’d said.

Kaleb

By the time I turned off the movie we’d been watching that evening, Anna was fast asleep on the couch.

She’d closed her eyes about an hour into the movie, and she hadn’t stirred since.

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