Page 9 of Tempted By the Broken Cowboy
“Okay,” he relents and gets up from the bed.
I nod and take a sip of the coffee. It’s black with minimal sugar, just how I like it. I have no idea how he knows the way I like my coffee, or maybe we just have the same preferences. It wakes me up instantly, like a shot of cocaine. I should probably lay off the drug jokes, especially after last night.
“Ella dropped some clothes off for you,” Beck says as he picks up a bag from the ottoman at the edge of the bed.
I nearly spit the coffee all over myself. “Ella knows that I slept in your room with you?!”
“Yes,” he nods with a shrug, looking confused.
How is he so calm when this is a disaster? I can’t have his family knowing that I spent the night here—they are going to assume that something happened, and that is the last thing I want. I’m supposed to be here on a business trip, but last night I ended up getting wasted, taking drugs, and sleeping in Beck’s room. Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong.
“Who else knows?” I whisper.
“I don’t know—all of them?” He shrugs too nonchalantly for my liking.
“Everyone?! Are you kidding me? Kill me now!” I groan, resisting the urge to crawl back into the covers and disappear forever.
“Calm down, I’m just joking. Only Ella knows, and she’s smart enough to keep it to herself,” he assures me.
I glare at him, not appreciating his teasing. “That was not funny.”
He winks and takes a seat back on the couch. “I have to entertain myself somehow. You should hurry, by the way—don’t you have a meeting with Jace this morning?” he reminds me.
His words trigger me back to work mode, and I turn my head to the clock on the nightstand. I realize that I have half an hour to get ready before my meeting with Jace, and I am yet to get out of bed or shower. This morning is off to a bad start already.
Jumping out of bed, I drain the coffee mug on my way into the bathroom.
“Of course you can use my shower. You’re welcome,” Beck sarcastically yells after me, just before I slam the bathroom door closed.
I set the coffee mug down on the sink as I turn on the shower to heat up. I strip while checking myself out in the mirror. I don’t have any marks on me, which is a good sign. The last time Beck and I tangled up, I ended up marked since he was rough—the good kind, though—so the lack thereof is a good indication. I seriously need to remember what we actually did last night, but I don’t have time right now.
When I step out of the shower fifteen minutes later, I realize that I didn’t bring my clothes in here with me, so I’ll have to go back into the bedroom and face Beck. He’s still in the same position, but scrolling on his phone. He’s not even looking at me, so I quickly reach for the bag, my hand tight around the knot onmy towel. He’s already seen me naked before, and probably last night, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with him seeing me naked now.
“Ella’s shirt might be a little small, so you can borrow one of mine,” he speaks up.
I do have bigger boobs than Ella, so he is right about that. “Thank you,” I whisper, rushing to the closet where his clothes are.
After picking a random white shirt, I rush back to the bathroom to dry off, brush my teeth, and get dressed. Ella even included shoes—so thoughtful of her—as I have no idea where mine are. I’d ask Beck, but that will just rekindle the conversation that I want to forget already.
When I’m all dressed, I give myself a pep talk in the mirror before stepping out. I’m ready to go downstairs for my meeting, but it feels awkward to just leave.
“Do you need anything else?” Beck asks, probably wondering why I’m staring at him.
“I’d appreciate it if you kept what happened last night between us,” I request.
“Of course—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” he assures me with a smug grin.
“Nothing happened,” I grit out in annoyance.
Realizing that Beck is not to be reasoned with, I quickly exit his room, leaving him and his teasing self behind.
I take the elevator down to the restaurant. I’m right on time for the meeting, but I am the last one to arrive as Jace, Zane, Ella, and Ava are already waiting.
“Good morning, Miss Atwood. I hope you don’t mind that I asked them to join us,” Jace says.
“Thank you, and of course not. I know that Morgan Enterprises is a family company,” I respond, knowing that Ella runs the finances and Zane is the foreman.
I have no idea why Beck is not here, but I’m glad he’s not since it would have been too awkward for me.
