Page 15 of Big Booze Boss

I inhale, hold it, then exhale.

Well…. Now what? How do I handle this? How can I fix it?

I could pretend I don't remember.I mull that around in my head.That's my only option. Otherwise, I'll be jumping his bones every chance I get. I have to pretend I can't remember, and therefore, it didn't happen.

That's the only way to reset this fiasco.

But … can I push him away, knowing how AMAZING sex with him was? Ooo, this is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done. If I thought pretending I wasn't crazy about him before was hard, pretending I don't know he is everything and more is going to be hard as hell.

I just have to get through this week. Get the wedding behind me. Then get home to Florida.

"Mmmm," I moan, stretching. "Is that coffee I smell?"

I sit up in bed in a panic and look around.

"Whoa, now. No sudden movements." Blaze says from across the room. "Not until you feel if your head is pounding or not."

My head snaps to the overstuffed chair by the fireplace.

"What? What are you talking about?" I frown at him. "My head feels fine. I didn't drink that much."

He chuckles as he stands and walks toward me. "There's water on the nightstand. Drink some."

I SEE HIM! ALL OF HIM!

"YOU'RE NAKED!" I shout, shocked, as I clap my hands over my face hard, slapping myself clumsily to shield my vision. Not wanting to see the details of the thing wagging between his legs.

He throws his head back, and hahaha's.

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?" I shout again. "NO! DON'T ANSWER THAT!" I hold up a hand to block his response. "Oh, God!" Terrified, I look down. I suck in a huge breath of air, drop my hand, clutching the covers to my chest and scream at the ceiling. "I'M NAKED TOO!" It sounds more like a cry than a statement.

My face whips to stare accusingly at him. But he's standing there in all his glory, not the least bit embarrassed, looking at me with the strangest look on his face. "Yep. You sure are."

I flop back down on the pillow, clutching the covers, and ask the ceiling. "Why am I naked?"

"Because your clothes came off." He teases.

His voice is closer, so I lean on one elbow and cover my face with my hand, and play the only card I have. "Did we? You know?"

He doesn't answer, so I drop my hand shield and sit all the way up again, pulling the covers to my chest to shield my nakedness from his smirk, but he isn't smirking. He's wearing his boyish dare-me-to-do-it grin that I remember all too well, and speech fails me.

OH HELL! I'm not going to be able to do this!

I look over at his pillow and continue the charade. "Did you sleep with me?"

"Is that a trick question?" He jokes.

I refuse to look at him and continue to stare horrified at his pillow, which clearly shows his head's indention.I'm all in now. There is no turning back.

I hear his bare feet padding across the wooden floor.

I bite my lip and turn to watch him walking to the kitchen. Mad that I remembered everything, and mad that I couldn't help eyeballing his big dick dangling, and now, can't take my eyes off his coffee-bean perfect ass sitting on his straight tree-trunk legs with their light dust of hair. The all-too-familiar tingling starts between my legs, but this time it's different.

I fall back onto my pillow again to break the spell. But it's too late. His image is forever burned into my brain. He is more gorgeous naked than dressed, and he was the most gorgeous dressed man I had ever seen.

"Coffee? Yes or no?" He asks casually from the kitchen.

"Yes, please." I sigh heavily. Trying not to acknowledge that the tingling has turned to aching.

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