The Cowgirl's Chosen Love - Vivian Arend Page 0,20
I also had no clothes on, not because I currently have the ability to do anything whatsoever regarding said nakedness.”
The bed creaked just the slightest bit. Zach twisted to watch Julia pace toward the window.
It was a nice enough hotel room. Spacious, luxurious. All the things he’d really like when he actually got a chance to take Julia somewhere. The hangover pounding at his temples? Not so much.
She had her nose pressed against the window, the sheet draped around her dipping low in the back. The long line of skin becoming visible tempted him to follow after her and check out exactly how soft it was.
Which meant at least some of the alcohol had evaporated out of his system.
“It’s pretty.” She turned toward him, her eyes squeezed shut. “It’s very bright. You know what time it is?”
Zach checked his watch. “Ten a.m.”
She lifted a hand in the air and swung it as if cheering. “Yay. I slept in.”
Their eyes met, and he stared into her face as the reality of what might have happened struck. “I really do have no idea what happened. But I’m sorry. I promise to take care of you, no matter what.”
Because while he very much wanted to be involved with Julia, being naked with not much memory of what had happened the previous evening was not a good way to begin.
Add in the fact that a quick glance around the room showed two closed suitcases still stacked against the wall, which meant if they had done something that they didn’t remember, dear God he hoped not, they would’ve done it without protection.
Julia blinked a few more times, gaze fixed on his. Her nose wrinkled as she considered his words.
Her lips curled into a perfect circle as understanding fluttered in. “Oh. Oh.”
She glanced to the side for a moment, her body tightening from top to bottom. Unexpectedly, she relaxed, releasing a breath hard enough it made her long hair wave.
A very decisive headshake followed. “It’s okay. Whatever we did get up to last night, we didn’t have sex.”
Oh, really? “And you know this how?”
Her lips twitched. “Wait. I suppose we might’ve had sex, but it’s very unlikely. Tell me, Zach. How big is your penis?”
The unexpected question floored him. “Uh…”
Her smile widened. “And on that note, I’m taking a shower. And finding some clothes. Then I want bacon. Lots and lots and lots of bacon.”
He was still reeling from the penis question.
Room service was a thing he could handle even while discombobulated. “The shower’s yours. Want me to bring your bag into the bathroom or put it on the bed?”
She considered for a second. One arm shot out to grab the wall for balance as she involuntarily swayed.
When she refocused on him, an endearing hiccup escaped her lips. “Excuse me. The bed would be fine. You can have the shower when I’m done.”
“Okay.”
Julia bent to scoop up the mass of material gathered at her feet, the swath of fabric barely draped over her body as she regally marched past him into the bathroom.
The lock clicked shut.
Zach was left standing with a rising semi, a full-on violent hangover, and a wicked level of respect for the woman who teased and tempted him to his core.
After a scorching hot shower that left the mirrors so steamy, teeny rivulets streaked down the surface, Julia was only a half step toward feeling better.
She had zero idea how long she’d spent soaking herself, alternating between hot enough to turn her skin lobster red and ice-cold in the hopes the combination would drive the remaining alcohol out of her body.
It hadn’t worked.
Or, it hadn’t worked completely. She was now sober enough to be able to look around the massive bathroom and appreciate the layout and conveniences. The shampoo smelled heavenly, the soap as well, and when she cracked open the body lotion, that’s when she knew for certain they were staying somewhere very expensive.
Even the body lotion smelled good.
With the fluffiest towel she’d ever used in her life wrapped around her body, and another twisted around her hair, Julia sat on the padded bench in front of the vanity and stared at the steamy surface in front of her.
Way to go, Blushing. One night in Vegas, and you’ve already gotten naked in bed with the man.
She squeezed her internal muscles again, ninety-nine point nine percent positive she was right. They hadn’t had sex. If they had, she would’ve felt it. Her muscles, unused for a long time, would have been sore.