Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,87

I slump down beside the toilet for a few seconds until I muster up the courage to move.

Bolt leaves, but is back a minute or two later with some clothing. In the meantime, I’ve rummaged through his cabinet. I accidentally saw myself in the mirror and nearly fell over…literally. I look like a zombie. My hair is a rat’s rest, just like I suspected. I seem to have more eye makeup under my eyes than I originally applied last night. I’m not sure how that’s possible. My eyes are bloodshot and bleary. I’ve pulled my dress up to cover my boobs, which might be concealed by a bra, but are still all over the damn place.

“You have an electric toothbrush,” I tell him when he puts the clothing down on the cabinet. “In fact, you have tons of stuff in there. Three kinds of hair gel? Two kinds of hairbrushes? An array of colognes. Face cream and exfoliating cream?”

He smiles. “I’m metrosexual.”

Sexual.

Sex on legs.

Yes, he is!

I’m still attracted to Bolt. Even with a pounding headache, a mouth that tastes like a sewer, and a churning stomach. Yep, I still feel ill. I don’t know how that’s possible, since I puked everything out.

I wince as my head gives an almighty thump. I think I might have bruised it or done irreparable damage. “Do you have a spare toothbrush? Yours is electric, and I can’t find an extra brush thingy,” I ask him. I’d call an Uber to take me home, but I’m in no shape to go anywhere. Also, my parents have my spare set of housekeys. I can’t show up looking like this.

“You’re welcome to use mine.” Bolt shrugs. “Use whatever you need, Miss Shaw. Use my toothbrush or use your finger with some toothpaste. I don’t have any spares.”

That makes me feel awful all over again. “I’m so sorry I—”

“Stop apologizing. Do you need help showering?” His eyes smolder. Yes, they actually smolder. I look like I do right now, and he still wants to shower with me. Not to mention he just watched me puke. He probably doesn’t want me slipping, falling and killing myself in his shower. Imagine the headlines.

I don’t say anything for a while. My brain can’t formulate the right response because ‘yes’ is not the correct response at all.

He leans against the door jamb. Still bare-chested and beautiful. I finally find my tongue. Not sure how I lost it since it’s a stink fest. “No…I think I’ll be okay.” I pick up his electric toothbrush. “You might have to throw this away once I’m done.”

“The brush part comes off.”

“Oh, I know, but I’d throw the whole thing away, in its entirety, just to be sure.” I make a face.

Bolt leaves. I hear him chuckle as he does.

Bolt

I try hard to focus on my work. It’s tough with Miss Shaw in my bed in the next room. She’s been sleeping for several hours. I want to crawl back into bed with her. I want to feel her body against mine. Hear her soft snores in my ears. I enjoyed sleeping with her last night. Once I finally fell asleep, I had one of the best nights of sleep of my life. I crashed.

Miss Shaw has this little snore. That’s what I woke up to this morning. It made me smile. So much about her has me smiling, and often.

I must be fucked in the head because I was far too happy when she threw her keys down that drain. I was almost as bad as that creeper when she was trying to undress herself last night. For a while there, I was rooting for her to get that clasp undone on her bra. Fuck, I almost helped.

I work for another half an hour when I hear my toilet flush. That must be the sleeping beauty now. Even though it’s midafternoon, I go and make some coffee. I’m sure she’ll need it.

Miss Shaw walks out of my bathroom. Her hair is lightly mussed, and she isn’t wearing any makeup. She’s drowning in my robe. In short, she’s fucking gorgeous. “Feeling a bit better?” I quirk a brow.

She nods and yawns into her hand. “Much. Thank you so much for everything.” Then she frowns. “Do you know you have women’s toiletries and clothing laid out on the sofa in your bedroom? That’s pretty weird. Is it a fetish of yours?”

I laugh.

“I mean, if it is, it’s fine. I—”

“No,” I’m still laughing, “I had my driver pick up