Page 32 of Double or Nothing

“That’s not what you said last night,” he replies with a hint of amusement.

“Oh, God, I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Now, that, you said… a lot.” The sound of Callum’s laughter irritates the hell out of me and confuses me even more.

“Damn it, Callum, tell me what happened last night.”

“Nothing happened, Kat. You got wasted and lost your keys, so I brought you back here.”

“Then what?”

“Then you threw up all over yourself, then in the toilet, then on yourself again. You got out of your clothes, showered, and when I came back, you were passed out naked in the bed.” He shrugs. “Figured you would be more pissed about me touching your naked body than you would be if I just slept next to it.” He studies me for a moment. “Maybe I was wrong?”

“So, nothing happened?”

“Honey, you were too drunk to be of any use to me.”

“Okay,” I say with a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“Gee, thanks.”

I glance down at my phone on the nightstand. Double shit. Not only did I wake up in bed with Callum, of all people, now I’m running late because of it.

“Where are my clothes?” I ask as I glance around the room.

“The puke-stained ones? In the garbage.”

Great. I’m hungover with no clothes and no way to walk home. Not to mention, I have to see Sutton in less than an hour. This day just keeps getting better and better.

“I’ll drive you to your place,” Callum offers. “Grab something out of the closet for now.”

“I thought I lost my keys.”

“I thought so too until in the middle of one of your puking sessions, you found them. In your bra.”

Callum lifts the sheet from his body and gets out of bed, not caring he’s exposing himself to me, which doesn’t surprise me. Callum is proud of his… package. He raises his arms above his head and stretches. Knowing I should divert my eyes and doing it are two completely different things. I take in the view I have intimate knowledge of and fondly recall enjoying before finally looking away.

“See something you like, Kat?” He laughs.

“Let’s go.” Pulling a shirt over my head, I practically drown in the thing, the black material hanging down to my knees.

Callum dresses quickly and drives me back to my place.

“Can you give me five minutes, then drop me off at the Sapphire?” I beg.

“What’s in it for me?” he asks, a shit grin on his face.

I don’t respond, just stare at him. Every ounce of anger and frustration I feel toward Sutton, I direct at Callum. It doesn’t make me feel better, but it’s the best I can do, and it actually makes Callum back down.

“Okay, okay.”

I emerge from my bedroom exactly five minutes later.

“Picture perfect,” Callum says as he apprises. “Come on, rocker boy is waiting.”

I groan at his reminder but head for the door.

When we pull up to the Sapphire, I hurry out of his car. Before I walk away, I turn back and look at him. The tough-as-nails, egotistical, womanizing jerk actually has a soft spot. I give him a small smile, not too big, out of fear of overinflating his ego.

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