Page 25 of Boss On Notice
I also remember that Delilah made me hard. It wasn’t the first time she’s had that effect on me. I’m a man and she’s a sexy woman. Hard-ons are like blinking to men. They come and they go and happen without wanting to fuck. But last night, I faintly remember thinking I would burst if I don’t feel her around me.
I look down at myself. I’m naked. I grab my cock and hold it.
What the…
It has residue on it. Gunther had entered pussy before I conked out. But whose? Delilah’s? I hope not. If I ever make love to her, I want to remember it. And right now, I don’t remember shit.
Ding-dong-ding-dom…
I jump to my feet and walk around the bed, searching the floor until I locate my pants. I remember I put them on before leaving for dinner. I sniff them to see if I can smell a woman’s perfume. I’ve never gotten so drunk that I woke alone and with no clothes on. For all I know, my buddies and I went to the gentlemen’s club like we planned, and I came home with a stripper.
Shit.“My wallet?”
Ding-dong-ding-dom…“Orion!”
With my hand in the back pocket of my pants, I yank my head back to stand taller. I recognize that voice.No way is she here, no way.
“Heather?” I call, stepping one foot into the pants and then the other. I didn’t smell her perfume on them, which is a relief.
Before I open the door, I race to the nightstand to see if my watch is where I would normally put it. It’s here. That’s a relief too.
“Orion, are you in there? Open up!” Heather calls in a sugary voice.
I freeze, experiencing a dose of déjà vu that’s tied to my watch. Something happened with my watch last night—something bad.
“Orion!” Heather yells not so sweetly this time.
I sigh hard, frowning in the direction where she’s making all of that noise.What’s she doing here anyway?
CHAPTER8
Wedding Bells
DELILAH O’SHAY
What is Heather doing here?
And she’s stuck to Orion’s side like a magnet. Of course, she looks like a goddess. I, on the other hand, resemble the walking dead, even though I tried my best to brighten my exhausted eyes and take the gray out of my face. Nothing about my skin brightens or makes me look fresh. What was I thinking drinking that much last night? And then to wake up next to Orion too… I have officially lost it.
Before showing up for the wedding ceremony, I paced the small hallway in front of the door to my suite, thoroughly considering packing my suitcase and catching the first flight back to New York. Before then I spent a portion of the morning next to the toilet, throwing up. I even dozed off on the floor in the bathroom. I’d probably still be asleep on the uncomfortable ceramic tile if the maid hadn’t woken me up. She almost dialed 911. I had to assure her that I was alive and okay enough to spend the rest of the day nursing a hangover that would continuously make me regret a night I couldn’t remember.
It’s funny…I used to mock those who said they drank too much and couldn’t remember what they did the night before. I never believed that state was truly possible until now.
Regardless, I decided to stay in Las Vegas so that I wouldn’t give Orion any cause for alarm. I’m not sure if he remembers being in bed with me. By the way he was snoring this morning, I suspect he also had drunk too much.
Gripped by a pervasive feeling of anxiety, I let my attention roll around the venue yet again. I’m hoping that a face or a voice will help jar my memory. It feels as if we’re in a lush garden of a vineyard in Italy. And it’s all been set up in one of the hotel’s courtyards. It definitely cost a pretty penny to bring this to life. I mean, we are mingling between mazes of real perfectly trimmed bushes which rise hip height. Tall Italian spruce trees surround the perimeter, doing their best to fool us into believing we’re not in Las Vegas. There’s even a fancy limestone bowl fountain that spews champagne while rich and soothing violin music whirls in the air. The venue is beautiful, majestic, and worth every dime spent to make this a reality.
I identify faces I think I met last night. Yes, Orion and I moved to a different table. We sat with his friends. Two of them were his cousins, twins.What were their names?It takes a few seconds before it dawns on me that I’m staring into Orion’s eyes. My heart is firing like pistons. He doesn’t free me from his penetrating gaze until Heather steps in front of him, commanding his full attention. However, I’m left suspecting that he just might remember what had happened between us. Why else would he look at me that way? That was lust in his eyes.
“Hey you,” a man says.
My head hurts when I twist my neck to turn away from Orion to force my complete attention on Lynx Grove. Unlike most of us in attendance, he’s fresh, glowing, and unburdened by a hangover. I really don’t think holding a party of last night’s caliber was such a good idea when your wedding is less than twenty-four hours away.
But still, seeing Lynx Grove always makes me feel a bit better, and this morning he’s having the same effect on me as usual. “Hi, Mr. Eleventh Floor,” I say with a pleasant but weak smile, and then hug him.
“Mr. Eleventh Floor?” he asks, displaying quizzical brows.
I laugh softly and even that makes my head hurt. “That’s what I’ve been calling you in my mind. I didn’t know your name until yesterday.”
