Page 75 of Jilted

“Sorry. I was trying to get up to go to the bathroom without waking you.”

“I’ve been awake for a while.”

She pushed up to her elbow, releasing my arm, and I slipped from the bed and headed to the bathroom. But as soon as I was upright, my head started pounding.Fuck.What the hell did I drink last night?

Standing in front of the toilet bowl, I unzipped and attempted to pull my rigid cock down enough to hit the water, but that wasn’t happening. Not even close. I was too damn hard. So I had to lean forward, palms against the wall behind the toilet and angle in. I cursed under my breath as the stream started, trying to remember something about last night—any little bits and pieces.

I remembered the moment Sloane had walked into the mansion. She’d looked so freaking gorgeous in that green dress. I’d been standing at the top of the stairs, watching the people down below. She’d entered looking straight ahead, so it gave me the chance to take a long look without getting caught.

I remembered snapping a picture of her talking to Elijah and laughing, when she wasn’t looking.

I remembered us dancing.

I remembered how good she smelled, how goose bumps had prickled along her arms when I touched her, but she tried to act like she wasn’t affected.

I remembered telling her that every time I picked something out for her to wear, I imagined myself peeling it off of her.

I remembered her gasping when she felt my hard-on up against her belly on the dance floor.

But then… it got fuzzy.

Until it didn’t.

I shut my eyes.

Natasha.

Fucking Natasha cut in.

Great. Just great.

I finished peeing, washed my hands, splashed some water on my face, and looked in the mirror. I looked like shit. About the way I felt at the moment, I supposed. A shower was in order. But I needed to get clothes from the bedroom and let Sloane know first. So I took a deep breath and attempted tolooklike I didn’tfeellike I’d been run over by a Mack truck. I opened the bathroom door.

Sloane was sitting up in bed now, wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of my sweats rolled at the waist. Her eyes dropped to my crotch and widened.

“Sorry,” I said. “It has a mind of its own.”

She smiled. “I know. I thought your leg was poking me in the ass when I woke up. Yet you were still snoring like a baby.”

I frowned. “Sorry.”

She waved me off. “It’s fine. I could’ve slept somewhere else if itbothered me. I didn’t help myself to a tour of the place, but I noticed a lot of doors, so I assume there are other alternatives somewhere.”

I took a seat on the edge of the bed next to her and ran a hand through my hair. “What happened last night? Some of the evening is… foggy.”

“What do you remember?”

“Not enough…”

“Well, let me summarize for you. I acted like a jealous asshole, and you got upset and drank too much.”

My brows lifted. “Youacted like the asshole, not me? Are you just trying to make me feel better?”

Sloane shook her head. “No. I was definitely the asshole.”

“Did it have something to do with a woman who cut in while we were dancing?”

She nodded. “The lovely Natasha also cornered me in the bathroom to make sure I knew you’d slept together and that I shouldn’t expect anything more than a good lay.”

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