Page 24 of Misguided Vows

“It’s all been paid for plus the tip,” he says, then leaves with the tray tucked under his arm.

Okay. I’m not going to say no to free food or caffeine first thing in the morning.

I shut the door behind him and then walk to the table to sit down. Stumble might be more of an accurate word, as I realize I’m still possibly drunk. My head is hazy as I groan in pain.

Eggs, bacon, bread, orange juice, plus a coffee are arranged neatly in front of me. My stomach starts to growl as I pick at a piece of bacon.

I sigh as I recap the night, focusing mostly on seeing Will.

I wonder how I should thank him for breakfast, because I know it was him. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.

Strange. He’s an arrogant, cocky prick, but then he does things such as pulling out my chair, carrying my bags, and ordering me breakfast. I don’t think I’m ready to look further into the fact that perhaps he isn’t that bad of a guy.

Wow, I really am still drunk.

Reaching for my phone, that is almost dead, I call Honey. She answers straight away.

“So, I think I should start by apologizing for last night,” I blurt.

“No need. I had so much fun. And Rya did as well.”

“But the things I said…”

“It’s fine, really. I’d be more skeptical of you if you didn’t question it. How are you doing this morning?”

“I feel a little dead, but I got room service, which I didn’t order. I have a feeling Will ordered it for me. He was waiting for me last night in the lobby when I got back.”

“Was he just?” she says and I can imagine her biting back a smile. I groan as my headache intensifies

“Do you have his number?” I ask. “It’s fine if you don’t want to share it, but I want to thank him for helping me into my room last night,” I say, eating another piece of bacon. “Not in thatway!” I quickly snap before she can look into it any further. “I lost my card.”

“If you say so.” She chuckles on the other side of the phone.

My phone dings, and I pull it away from my ear.

“That’s Dawson’s number, he sent it to you,” she explains.

“Thank you.” And I’m grateful that she doesn’t prod me any further about the strangeness of whatever is happening between me and Will.

She asks to meet up later to look at an apartment she said I can stay in while I’m here. It looks like I’ll be here for at least another month, and her old apartment is apparently available.

Deciding the best action is to shower before I call Will, I make sure I eat everything on my plate before I do. Once I’m clean and dressed in clothes that I haven’t slept in, I dial his number.

He answers straight away.

“Milady,” he croons. I still cringe at the word and I’m certain he’s used it ever since he realizes how much I hate it–always purposefully winding me up, baiting me for a reaction.

“My name is Alina,” I remind him. And to think, for a second, I was considering him to be anything but annoying.

“If you say so.” He chuckles.

“Did you send me breakfast?” I ask, exasperated because I’m really not in the mood for his quick responses this morning. More or less I’m not sure if I can keep up with them while I’m in such a vulnerable state.

“Of course I did. I hear the way to get between a woman’s legs is to feed her, so I’m feeding you.”

I sag back into bed, shaking my head with a sigh. “You really have no shame.”

“I do not,” he confesses. “Now, meet me downstairs. I need a shopping partner, and I know you’ll give me your honest opinion.”

---