Page 41 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“Umm, yeah. I guess.”

“Great.” He motioned his hand to the end of the bed. “I left you a pair of sweats if you wanna take a shower.”

I sat up and looked down at my feet, and just as I feared, there was a man’s hoodie and pair of sweats lying there. Dread washed over me when I thought about the last time I’d tried to wear one of James’s sweatshirts. It looked plenty big, and I thought for sure that it would fit, but I could barely pull it over my head. And even when I did manage to get it on, it hugged every undesirable curve and indentation, making me look even bigger than I was.

I hated the idea of looking that way in front of Q, so I told him, “That’s okay. I’ll just put mine back on.”

“That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“They’re soaked in vomit. Besides, it’s chilly out there this morning. You’ll be warmer in those.” Without giving me a chance to argue further, he turned and walked out of the room. “Be ready to chow down in twenty.”

With great apprehension, I tossed the covers back and forced myself out of Q’s bed. I grabbed the clothes he’d left me, then headed to the bathroom. I turned on the water, and as I started to remove my clothes, memories of the night before started fluttering through my mind. I’d already remembered getting sick in the bathroom and crawling into Q’s bed, but things that transpired at the bar were still a little foggy.

I pulled off Q’s t-shirt and cringed at the thought of him seeing me in only my bra. And even worse, seeing me with my head buried in a toilet for hours on end. I had no doubt it was quite a sight. Overcome with regret and embarrassment, I got in the shower and let the warm water flow down my shoulders.

Just when I was starting to feel a little better, I remembered playing pool and my pitiful attempt at flirting. I said the craziest, off-the-wall things, and instead of laughing at me or simply ignoring me, Q played along. He made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before.

And that thought led me to another mortifying memory—the kiss.

If I’d had just one more drink, then maybe I would’ve been lucky enough to forget how I’d basically thrown myself at the guy. Sadly, I didn’t, and I remembered everything—the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body, and most of all, the incredible feeling of his lips against mine.

Damn.

I was in trouble.

As soon as I’d finished with my shower, I got out and dried off. I was worried that Q’s sweats wouldn’t fit, but to my pleasant surprise, they were pretty loose and rested low on my annoyingly wide hips. I put back on my bra, then tried on Q’s hoodie. Like the sweats, it fit with plenty of room—vastly different from the way James’s used to fit, and I liked it.

I felt really good in it.

I towel-dried my hair, then brushed and braided it.

Once I made myself look presentable, I cleaned up my mess and went to the kitchen to find Q. When I walked in, the entire counter was littered with pots and pans, and Q was standing in front of the stove.

I had no idea what he was cooking, but it smelled incredible. I tiptoed over to him and peeked over his shoulder as I asked, “What are you making over here?”

“A mix of things.” He turned, and a strange look crossed his face when he saw me. He stared at me for a moment, then pressed his lips together before saying, “Damn.”

“What?” Worried, I looked down at his hoodie and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong.” A sexy smile crossed his face as he added, “In fact, I think everything’s just right.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say the man liked having me in his clothes, which left me feeling a little off-center. The truth was I liked Q. I liked him a lot more than I cared to admit, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still terrified. I was, but I didn’t want my fear to ruin this moment with him. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“Well...” He took a step back and motioned his hand over to all the food he’d made. “We have both pancakes and waffles, sausage links and patties, and eggs, scrambled and over easy.”

“Are you expecting company or something?”

“Nope. I just wanted to give you a chance to figure out which one you liked best.”

“All of this is for me?”

“It is.” He motioned me over to the table as he said, “Now, let’s eat while it’s still warm.”

I nodded, then went over and sat down. I was reeling with emotion as I watched this sweet, thoughtful man bring over one plate of food after the next until there wasn’t any room left on the table. Once he was seated, he smiled and said, “Dig in.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.”

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