Page 15 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
My hand came involuntarily to cover it. “Fine. Well, not fine, but I’ll live.” I paused. “I’m confused. You stayed here last night.”
“Yes.”
“And you said you didn’t sleep.”
“That’s right.”
“But I passed out right after getting here?”
“You did.”
“And we didn’t…” I rolled my hand through the air, hoping he’d get what I was asking without my having to verbalize it.
“Watch a movie? Play cards?”
“You know, have… sex.” I whispered the last word, as if that would somehow lessen the nightmare scenario currently playing out.
He laughed. “No. We didn’t. Maybe it’s just me, but the idea of screwing someone who has no ability to participate because they’reout coldjust isn’t that appealing… no matter how beautiful and charming they might be when conscious.”
My heart returned to its proper anatomical position, and I went to my suitcase, gathering some clothing with the intention of changing in the bathroom and giving this apparent Good Samaritan his shirt back.
Turning to face him again, I looked at him with new eyes. “Why did you stay? You must have been tired.”
He smiled. “Not really. I’m used to getting by on little to no sleep when I have to.”
“But youdidn’thave to,” I argued. “You don’t even know me. And I’m sure I was grossly unattractive last night in my drunken stupor.”
Wolf laughed. “I wouldn’t say ‘grossly.’”
“Oh God.” I covered my eyes with one hand.
“No seriously, you were funny.” He shrugged. “You were having a bad day and self-medicating. We’ve all been there. Besides, your sister ordered me to watch over you, and she’s scary as hell.”
Now I laughed, thinking of my five-foot-one sister waddling around with a belly the size of a small country. “Oh yes. Terrifying. A total badass.”
“A real Terminator. She came by this morning, by the way, to check on you and let you know she and her family were checking out.”
“She knocked on the door?” I asked, horrified. “And you let her in?”
“Should I not have? I saw her through the security port and didn’t want her to be worried.”
Collapsing back onto the bed, I covered my face with my hands—which were full of skimpy resort wear and yet another pair of honeymoon panties.
“What did she say?” I asked through the fabric. Then I looked up. “Oh no—Joey and Trina didn’t see me like this, did they?”
“No—they didn’t come in. Don’t worry. I assured Maddie you were fine, that I was planning to stick around and keep an eye on you while you slept it off—and that these…” He held up his hands in front of him like a surgeon who’d just done a pre-op scrub. “… would be getting nowhere near you.”
There was a knock at the door. Wolf spun around and went to open it, speaking over his shoulder.
“I took the liberty of ordering some room service. I figured you might not be up to going out to a restaurant this morning, but it’s important to get some food in your stomach. Best way to get over that gnarly hangover you’re rocking. And I…” He opened the door. “…am starving.”
We were both quiet as the room service waiter efficiently set up the breakfast cart then went back to the door. Wolf tipped him, and he left.
“I’ll pay you back,” I said.
He grinned and lifted the silver dome from one of the plates, snagging a pastry. “Don’t worry about it. You paid for this overpriced resort breakfast—or maybe your fiancé did.”
“Former fiancé,” I corrected. “The roomisin his name, and it’s on his credit card, but actually I’m not sure who’s going to pay for it now.”
