Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,86
but you insisted on coming here. Once we got here, you insisted on sleeping in my bed, with me in it.”
I have a flashback of wrapping myself around him, arms and legs. I wouldn’t let him leave. This is worse than I thought. Bolt walks out of the bedroom before I can say anything.
I take the opportunity to cover myself with a sheet.
Within a minute, he returns with a big glass of water and two tablets. “Painkillers for your headache.”
“I somehow remember being downstairs from my apartment. Did we go there?” I take the tablets and drink them down. That must be a false memory. Why are we here if we went there?
Bolt has this amused look. I’m glad he’s taking this so well. “Yep,” he nods, “I tried really hard to get you home. You refused. You wanted to come to my place. You were very insistent.”
“I was drunk,” I say. “Don’t listen to a drunk person. You could have carried me like a sack of potatoes.”
“Um…you threw your apartment keys down the drain when I tried to—”
I gasp and cover my face. “Oh, no! Oh, no! Please don’t say anymore. Oh, my word! I can’t believe I did that. My keys. I’m never drinking again. I’m so sorry. I’m imposing on you. I’m—”
“Actually, you were hilarious. I had the best time.”
I take my hands away. “I’m glad I could help out with that.”
“It’s fine. No harm was done. You had a good time and were safe in the end.”
I frown. “About that… How did you know I was there?”
“My friend owns the club. I was in the VIP area and saw some asshole pawing at you.” His whole body tightens, and he gets this tic in his jaw.
“You came to my rescue.” I remember the guy. He was a sleazy creeper who kept trying to buy me another drink. In the same breath, I remember Bolt giving me water and offering me more when we got here.
“Of course I did. That guy was one hell of a jerk.”
I gasp. “Candice. What about Candice?”
“My friend got her home safely.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yep.” He nods. “I checked in with Tri…my friend. She’s fine.”
“I’d better get cleaned up and out of your hair.” I stand, and my stomach rolls. “Oh, boy!” I grab my churning belly.
“Are you okay?”
I shake my head.
“Feeling sick?”
I nod. He picks me up and, taking long strides, has me in the bathroom in seconds.
I put my hand over my mouth and work hard at not puking on him. That would be really bad. I gag as soon as he puts me down. “Thanks. Now go!” I croak. Then I gag again and fall to my knees on the tiles. “Go!” I try again, but he doesn’t budge.
Instead, he gently takes my hair into his hand and holds it off my face. “It’s okay,” he says in a soothing voice. “Let it out, you’ll feel better.”
“Leave,” I push out. It’s my last-ditch hope he’ll listen, but he doesn’t.
Bolt holds my hair and murmurs words of encouragement while I puke. It takes a while, and it’s pretty nasty. I puke until there’s nothing left. Even then, I gag some more and then puke bile. Yeah, I’m never drinking again…ever. I gag a bit more until I finally feel done and slump with my head on the toilet seat.
“Let me help you back into bed, and I’ll get you more painkillers.”
I lift my head. “I need to shower, and I need to brush my teeth.” Thankfully, I didn’t catch my reflection in the mirror on the way in, and I’m grateful. I know I look awful. I might look worse than I feel, which would be something. Wanting to get cleaned up has nothing to do with my looks. I know I’ll feel better once I do.
“You should rest. Maybe rinse your mouth out first…if you’re up to it. I’ll send my driver to pick up some supplies. You can use one of my shirts…anything you want, for that matter. I’m sure you’ll feel better once you’ve had some rest and some good food.”
I’m floored all over again at how sweet he is. I can’t seem to get a handle on this man. He seems to run hot and cold. “Thing is, I think it’s my BO that’s making me feel ill. That, and my breath. I don’t think the shower can wait.”
“I’ll fetch a shirt for you to change into.” He sounds amused. “Help yourself to whatever you need.”