Page 10 of Reckless Chance
We collapse against each other, breathing heavily, not saying anything.
When our heart rates eventually slow, Lowri breaks the silence, asking, “How long before you’re ready for round two?”
I laugh. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well, I never had a bachelorette party. How are you going to make that up tome?”
“Untie me, sit on the edge of bed, and I’ll show you.”
She follows my instructions.
I stand in front of her and take my time giving her my best impression of a more hands-on, or should I saycock-in, version of the Australian male revue that’s popular for bachelorette parties in Vegas. After all, I wouldn’t want Lowri to miss out.
7
LOWRI
Knock, knock, knock. “Noooo,” I moan. Why is someone jackhammering inside my head? Stretching, my leg collides with a wall—a heated wall. Huh?
Hearing a groan, it dawns on me. I’m in Sean’s bed, and it’s his muscular leg that’s hot as fire. As memories of last night flood in, the bedroom door flies open.
Like last time, Sean’s butler, Walter, is bursting in on us. Sean groans. “Lowri, give me a couple of minutes, and we can go again.”
“Sean, wake up. Walter’s here,” I mutter, reaching for the sheets to cover myself. Unfortunately, Sean and I are tangled in the mass of fabric, leaving my breasts on full display.
“Walter, turn away this instant!” I demand, wincing at the loudness of my voice. Walter’s clearly accustomed to walking in on Sean and his flavor of the night, but that’s not okay with me.
He swivels, placing his back to us. “My apologies, Ms. Upton. I didn’t realize you were here.”
“Don’t tell me that my arrival eluded your stellar radar,” I say softly, feigning surprise.
“I retired early last night,” he explains.
I couldn’t resist letting Walter know it’s not that easy to fool me. I don’t believe him for a minute given he’s holding a tray with two glasses of water and two medicine bottles, which hopefully contain something to ease my throbbing headache. While nothing about Sean’s apartment or its guests escapes Walter’s notice, at least he has the decency to pretend otherwise.
Finally freeing myself from the sheets, I find a robe as Sean moans, “Ugh. Walter, go away. We’re trying to sleep.”
Coughing, Walter says, “My apologies for interrupting. You received a delivery. They said you insisted it be delivered directly to your apartment. Presumably, it’s important.”
Rolling onto his back and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sean pushes his bare torso up, securing the sheet at his waist as I tie the belt on my robe. “Fine. Turn around and give it to me,” he growls.
Handing a thick manila envelope to Sean, Walter asks, “Will there be anything else, sir?” as he places a glass of water and pain relievers on each of our bedside tables.
“We’ll need breakfast and tons of coffee. Pronto.”
“Of course, sir,” he says. As he exits the bedroom, I straighten the sheets on my side of the bed and crawl back under the covers.
“What’s so important that Walter had to wake us up?” I ask.
“I have no freaking idea. I’m not expecting any documents this morning,” he says.
As he tears open the envelope, a memory from last night panics me. I reach for Sean’s arm, saying, “We didn’t use condoms last night. Should I be concerned?”
“Shit.Lowri, please tell me you’re on birth control?”
“Yes, and I’m clean. What about you?”
“I’m clean. I haven’t forgotten condoms in the last decade.”
