Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,85
cleavage.
Killing me!
I take hold of the bottle and lower it. “Easy does it.” I take the lid from her and screw it back on.
“We’re going now,” she tells Trident, “to his house.” She uses her thumb to point at me.
“Not my house.” I shake my head.
“Yes! Your house.”
I roll my eyes and groan. “Can I offer you a ride?” I ask Candice. “I’m hoping that neither of you drove here.”
“We Ubered.”
“If you want to stay, I could take you home,” Tri says. I’m sure he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Not a single one. My inner thoughts are dripping with sarcasm. I don’t say anything. Candice is tipsy, but she can make her own decisions. Also, Tri wouldn’t take advantage.
“I’ll stay. Thanks for the offer,” she purrs at Tri. Then she frowns, looking my way. “You’ll make sure she gets home safely?”
“Bolt is a party-pooper,” Miss Shaw says, giggling at her own joke.
“What am I saying?” Candice says. “You’re her boss and a party-pooper.” She giggles. “Of course you’ll get her home safely. Her house keys are in her purse.” Which I note is tiny and strapped across her body.
“I will make sure she’s safe.” I put my arm around Miss Shaw to help her balance. “Let’s go.”
“We’re going to your house,” she states. I can tell this is going to be a long drive.
25
Ashley
I groan as my eyes open. They’re scratchy, and my head is pounding. I groan again as I sit up. I look around. Where am I? I’m not sure if it’s my head that’s affecting my eyesight or if I really can’t place myself right now. I’m leaning towards the latter. I don’t recognize any of this decor.
My head hurts so badly that I flop back down.
“Oh, you’re awake,” a familiar voice says next to me.
The air seizes in my lungs. I’m in a bed. That’s Bolt’s voice.
I’m in a bed with Bolt.
I sit back up and pull in a breath. My head hurts so much, I grip it in one hand. My hair! It feels like a rat’s nest. I’m too scared to look next to me, so I look down. “What the…?” My dress is half off. It’s unzipped and around my waist. I’m wearing a strapless bra, which is still on. The bottom half of the dress is riding up, I see underwear, thank goodness. I don’t think anything happened, but when I try to search for a memory, my head pounds harder, so I stop.
“You tried to take it off,” Bolt says. “The dress. I tried to stop you, but you kept spanking me.”
Spanking?
I spanked Bolt.
No! No! No!
I groan. The sound is filled with pain, not just physical this time. I slowly turn my head. He’s lying on his back. No covers. He’s reading a book. I can’t say what it’s about because my eyes have focused on his chest. His naked chest. He puts the book down. “You tried to take your bra off too but, thank god, you couldn’t get it right. I wouldn’t have looked…much.”
His mouth twitches.
I wince at the memory and because I hurt…everywhere.
“You took my shirt off.” He smiles. “You tried to take my pants off as well, but I had to draw the line at that.”
I get a flash of trying to smack his hands away from his zipper. Of trying to… I stop the memory in its tracks. I don’t want to remember any more. I groan again. “That can’t be right,” I mutter. My mouth…it tastes like a toilet. “What happened? The club,” I croak. Flashes of memory are all I have.
“You had a couple of shots at the club. By the way, you can’t handle your alcohol, Miss Shaw.”
“Where am I?” I look around. Wow! This place is incredible. If I wasn’t feeling so shitty, I could appreciate it more. I think the view is amazing, but it hurts too much to stare into the light.
“You’re in my apartment.” Bolt gets out of bed. He’s wearing a pair of black jeans and nothing else. “This is my bedroom.”
My parched lips get even more parched when I see him standing there. Shirtless looks good on him. His tattoo of a lightning bolt is out on display. It streaks across his chest. It suits him. My head pounds harder. “Why… Why am I in your bed? Don’t you have a spare bedroom?”
Bolt chuckles. “I tried to take you to your own apartment. I would have put you in your own bed and left you there,