Page 32 of Fake Rocks
“Because tomorrow will be a long day and I don’t want to spend the whole time with a crappy hangover and not be able to enjoy spending it with you.”
His words stopped me in my tracks. My overactive imagination kicked in again.He was going to enjoy spending the day with me? Did that mean he did actually like me too?
“You sound like Jonas,” I blustered. “He’s always saying that sort of thing to make me take the right action.”
“Sorry to be a party pooper.”
“You’re not. You’re right.” I headed back to the sofa and dropped down next to him, picking up the remote. “Let’s find a film.”
We settled on a romantic comedy which I’d seen about a million times, not that I’d admit it to Tris. I found myself beginning to relax, so much so I ended up with my head resting on Tris’ shoulder. After a while, my eyelids began to droop and before long I started to fall asleep.
I woke as the credits rolled.
“Good film then?” Tris’ mouth quirked.
“Ha ha, very funny.” I noticed there was a little patch of drool on the sleeve of his t-shirt. Oh God, how embarrassing. I got off the sofa and headed for the stairs. “Clearly I needed the sleep. I’m going to bed. Night, Tris, see you in the morning.”
His beautiful hazel eyes twinkled as he replied. “Night, Saff, sleep well.”
Oh, I doubted I’d get a whole bunch of sleep thinking of him downstairs.
18
Tris
Despite repeated efforts to get comfortable, I had one of the worst night’s sleep I’d had in a long time. I tossed and turned, my head spinning. During the previous day, I’d let slip a few things that could lead Saff to believe I thought this was more than a business arrangement. I wondered what she thought; if she had any of the same feelings? I knew I was being ridiculous. Why would someone like Saff Barnes be interested in someone like me?
Around seven thirty, I admitted defeat and stuck the TV on, finding a sports news channel to entertain me. I made some coffee from the machine and pods on the side, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, the blanket draped loosely around my hips.
“Did I hear you making coffee?” Saff’s voice floated down the stairs.
“Do you have bat like hearing?”
“You were crashing around so noisily down there; I couldn’t fail to hear you.” There was a pause. “I’m coming down, are you decent?”
I glanced down at my boxers: no holes, nothing poking out that shouldn’t be. “I guess.”
Even if I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to do anything about it as Saff came bounding down the stairs. She was dressed in skimpy knickers and a vest top which made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could barely tear my eyes away from her clearly erect nipples. Hurriedly, I took a sip of the too hot coffee and burned the roof of my mouth.
She stood at the coffee machine and I got ample opportunity to study her. The way her pert arse was barely covered by her bright red pants, the tattoo between her shoulder blades, the pink hair woven into a messy bun.
I grabbed a cushion and placed it over my lap, resting the coffee mug on it, desperately trying not to get aroused.
Shit, she wasn’t exactly trying to hide herself around me, was she?
“This coffee is rank.” Saff whirled around, her face screwed up. “I need proper stuff. Let’s go out for breakfast. I’ll go and throw some clothes on.”
Don’t! You don’t have to do that. Let’s stay in instead, have breakfast delivered to the room.
Luckily, she appeared not to be able to hear my inner thoughts as she shot back upstairs. I waited for a couple of beats to make sure everything had died down before I got up and went to the bathroom with my own clothes.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. How on earth was I in a luxury hotel room with someone as gorgeous as Saff Barnes? My lack of sleep told me I wasn’t dreaming.
“Hurry up, Tris! I’m gagging for a decent coffee.” Saff hammered on the bathroom door, knocking me out of my reverie.
I did as she asked and quickly splashed some soap and water under my armpits before spraying on deodorant and a puff of aftershave. I’d sort myself out properly before the dinner this evening.
“What took you so long?” complained Saff, when I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
