Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Worrying I’ve somehow managed to piss him off again, I utter, “I’m sorry.”
“For saying I have a nice laugh? Or for the drunk dial?”
I can’t read anything from his tone. So, I peek open an eye and look at him.
His eyes are fixed on the road ahead, but there’s a soft curl to his lips, which isn’t usually there.
Warmth spreads across my chest.
I close my peeking eye, feeling relieved but exhausted. “The last one,” I whisper.
There’s silence again. But it doesn’t feel uncomfortable this time.
It feels…serene.
Not a word I thought I would ever use with Kas.
Heaviness weighs on my body. The heat and song and motion of the car—and if I’m being honest, the scent of Kas—are lulling me to sleep, and I don’t bother to fight it.
“Thank you,” I murmur to him.
There’s a long pause.
I feel sleep start to claim me.
Then, I hear his softly spoken words just before everything goes black, “I’m the last person you should be thanking.”
Fifteen
Sheets are tangled around my legs. My mouth feels like the inside of a toilet. And my head is kicking a steady beat.
Groaning, I force my sticky eyes open. After a few blinks to clear them, my stare is met with a ceiling that doesn’t look like mine.
It’s not my ceiling.
Sharply turning my head, ignoring the pain it causes, I see that I’m not in my bedroom. It looks familiar, but I’m not sure…
Where in the hell am I?
I quickly sit up, my head going woozy. I press my hand to my head as panic makes my heart beat hard. Then, I realize that the bed I’m sitting in is the bed in one of the guest rooms at the Matis Estate.
What the hell am I doing here?
And then it all comes flooding back to me, like a bad movie.
Ah…fuck.
I saw Jesse yesterday, and he told me that he hated me. I press the heel of my hand to my chest, pushing against the pain that pierces it.
After Jesse, I found my way into a bar.
Got drunk. Cute Bartender. Drunk-dialing Kas. Him coming to the bar to get me. Putting me in his car. Falling asleep…
Why did he bring me here? Why didn’t he take me home? What time is it?
My eyes swing to the clock on the nightstand, catching on a glass of water sitting by it.
Seven thirty a.m.
As in, seven thirty a.m. on Sunday morning?
Shit!
Cece!
She’ll be worried sick. I didn’t call her, like I said I would, and I was out all night.
Ripping the bedsheet off me, I jump out of bed, looking for my bag, but it’s nowhere to be seen.
But I do see my dress from yesterday hanging over the back of the chair at the dressing table, and my shoes are on the floor by it.
I glance down at myself to find that I’m wearing a black Kasabian T-shirt that hits the backs of my thighs.
It must be Kas’s T-shirt.
That means he…
Oh dear God.
He undressed me and changed my clothes. I still have my bra and knickers on.
Thank God.
I yank the T-shirt off, getting a lungful of Kas’s scent as it passes over my face. I grab my dress and pull it on. Then, I quickly make the bed.
I grab the glass of water and down it. Taking the glass with me, I grab my shoes and the T-shirt, so I can put it in the laundry.
I let myself out of the bedroom and into the quiet hall.
Heart thumping, clutching my shoes and Kas’s T-shirt to my chest, I make my way downstairs.
I glance at his office door, which is closed.
I have to talk to Kas. First, to thank him for looking out for me. Then, to ask if I still have a job. And, if I don’t, then beg him to give me my job back.
I’m not averse to begging in this instance.
I’ve screwed up so bad.
It won’t look good for me if Toby finds out that I’ve been sacked for getting drunk and behaving like a complete idiot.
And it will look even worse to Anne. It could set me even further back with Jesse.
Not that Jesse and I could get any further back. He wants nothing to do with me.
But I need to prove to him that I’m here to stay. And here to stay means, I need this job.
Taking a deep breath, I head for the kitchen to put the T-shirt in the laundry basket. Then, I’ll go to his office and face the Kas-wrath.
I push open the kitchen door, and my heart falls out of my chest when I see Kas sitting at the kitchen table, staring down at his phone, an empty plate and a cup sitting in front of him.
He’s wearing jeans and a fitted T-shirt that shows off the lines of his body. His hair is a little messier than usual, one side tucked behind his ear.