Page 15 of Begin Again, Part 2

When did he change it to cotton? When he went to bed last night, it was definitely leather, imported from Italy.

"Can you stop moving, please? I have to wake up in a couple of hours!"

Liam closed his eyes, praying for patience. Eden was beginning to work on his nerves. "Wake up, Princess. Time to go home."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll see you at the office," she said as she rolled onto her other side. "And please don't make a noise when you leave."

Liam glared at her back, tempted to push her off his couch. "Why the hell would I leave my house? You have to go. Kool-Aid's probably waiting for you. And what the hell did you do to me last night? Did you take advantage of me?"

Eden snorted as she sat up, startling him out of his head, her eyes blazing furiously. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?"

"I don't like your tone," Liam growled as he sat up, pushing her as far away as possible. "Not the right way to treat your host!"

"Treat my host?" Eden asked through clenched teeth. "Look around you, Princess. This is my house. If anything, you took advantage of me."

Did she just call him Princess? The sass!

"Looks familiar?" she demanded.

It was dark, but now that he was sitting upright and his head wasn't so fuzzy, Liam vaguely made out the shadows of the furniture framing the living room.

"How did I get here?" He scratched his head, trying to recall which of his stupid decisions had led to this moment. The last thing he remembered was chatting with Eden on the phone and her bragging about her dinner date with the lawyer.

Bloody lawyer!

Liam's heart roared with anger and jealousy at the memory.

"You need to—" Eden was about to threaten him, judging by the tone of her voice, when a soft tap at her front door snatched her attention away.

"That must be your men," she said as she went to answer the knock, returning a moment later with James in tow.

"Sir, it's time to go," his head of security said.

"James, how the hell did I get here?" Liam demanded as he slipped into his shoes, a difficult feat when the world seemed to sway at his feet, and the force of gravity threatened to suck him down.

"Don't forget this." Eden threw his bunched-up jacket at him.

"Why would you crease it like that?" Liam glared at her. "It's a fucking Burberry!"

"So?" she demanded as she pushed him out of the door, surprising him with her strength.

"So?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Never mind, you won't understand. You and your dress sense. Fashion Week can't come soon enough."

"Shut up!" Eden snapped as she stepped closer to him, her hands bunched into fists at her sides.

He frowned at her, trying to figure out why she was even shorter than he remembered. Sure, he hadn't seen her in over three weeks, but could she have shrunk? Did people shrink?

"Stop staring at me, and leave." Eden pointed at the cars waiting on the curb. "Next time you want to drink yourself to death, book into a hotel. Don't come back here."

Liam glared at her for a while, fighting the urge to kiss her as memories—it could have been a dream, he wasn't so sure now—of their lovemaking came to life.

"That was real," he whispered, as flashbacks of her orgasm and how she'd shuddered in his arms, and his own aching need for her swam through his mind. The memory was enough to make him hard instantly. He shifted slightly to ease his hard-on.

"I don't know what you mean," Eden said, her eyes suddenly everywhere but him.

"I think you do, Princess. I may have been drunk, but I remember everything." He pulled her close and rested his chin on top of her head, loving how snugly she fit in his arms and the feel of her soft hair on his skin.

"Leave!" She wiggled from his arms and pointed at the cars again.

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