Page 15 of Totally Wrecked
“All right then, you asked for it.”
Suddenly, the sheet is pulled off and a giant form flops down on the bed next to me, making my body bounce on the mattress.
“Good morning, gorgeous girl,” growls an Irish accent, and it all comes flooding back.
Killian.
I peel open an eyelid and he grins back at me. “Not a morning person?”
Sitting up, I rub my face and think about time zones. “If I am not mistaken, my body thinks it’s mid-afternoon yesterday, so it’s not really morning now is it?”
“Got it: you are definitely not a morning person. Good thing I’ve already set the coffee pot perking.” He kisses the top of my head then sashays over to where a shiny plastic contraption is turning a tiny pod into a mug of coffee.
It’s not that I’m bad in the mornings, I just like sleep. And I am not used to waking up to delicious males wandering around naked in my room—though if I was, maybe I wouldn't get so fixated on having my eight-hours every night. Killian places a coffee by my bed, then pulls on some briefs while I pull myself together. I sit up to take a mouthful of the passable brew.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, babe. Unfortunately, I have to scram. I need to pack up my room. We need to be at the dock in forty-five minutes.”
Killian turns around as he reaches for his shirt. I see the tattoo inked across his back in more detail. It’s beautiful and eerie at the same time. A fairy, with long curling hair and delicate wings, holds a male body in her arms. The man is obviously dead. I want to ask him about it, but there’s no time.
“You want me to wait for you in the lobby, sweetness?”
Slowly I lift the mug to my lips, take a sip, then rest it on the nightstand. “Want to run away with me instead?” I sigh.
Everything about today feels too much, and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet.
“You got this. I’ll be hovering in the background if things really go tits up.” He pulls his tee over his head then crushes my lips in a fast, hot kiss. “This will all be over soon, and then we can really have some time together in paradise. Maybe change our flights back, stay here for a few days?”
“That sounds blissful, but can’t we just hide in this room now?”
Killian laughs and ruffles my hair. “Got to run. Meet you at the boat…” he says, then is out the door. I sit alone in the huge bed, full of mixed emotions.
I’ve just had the best sex of my life, and I’m now off to do the most stupid thing of my life. Actually, it’s the second most stupid thing—ugh.
Brooke.
I need to call her, fill her in with the Harvey situation. Time is ticking. I hurriedly pull out my clothes for the day, taking time to stuff the pockets with any bits and pieces that could be useful, then fling everything else into the backpack. I can take a five minute shower, then call Brooke while I air dry.
The five minute shower is about twenty minutes too short. I could have stayed there all day.
“Daze! How was the meet and greet?”
“Interesting. Trevor quit, so they replaced him with a new sound guy called Killian.”
For once my sister doesn’t have a quick response.
“And guess who else was at the meet and greet? Harvey Bannister! You know, your beau? And he’s traveling with me all day today.”
“Daze!”
“Brooke!”
There is silence coming down the phone line. Brooke's clever brain is fast at work, I just know it.
“Alright,” she finally says, “Killian is sweet. We were fuck-buddy’s for a weekend, but he’s also really sharp, so try not to spend too much time with him. I know he’ll be around a lot. Maybe tell him that you and Harvey are a thing now, so you want to keep your distance…”
My eyes slide to the condom wrapper on the nightstand.
