Page 37 of Burn Bag
As I was carrying her into the bathroom, I noted the ring on her finger again and tried not to let the feeling of disappointment wash over me. I’d think about the fact that she was not Emily later. For now, I needed answers, and that required this woman to be coherent.
Since she couldn’t hold herself up, I laid her on the shower floor and put the water on full blast. As expected, she jolted the minute the icy water hit her skin, screaming like a banshee. I winced as my headache pounded, but pushed through. The sooner I got her cleaned up, the faster she would be able to sort this mess out with me.
“Son of a bitch!” she shouted, wiping the water from her face as it continued to stream over her body. “Why the fuck am I sitting in a cold shower?”
“Because you’re drunk and need to wake up so we can talk.”
“This was not the marriage I was hoping for.”
“Me either, sweetheart.”
A noise from behind me had me sitting up straight. I turned around, sure I heard a cat meow, but there was nothing there. Shaking my head, I turned back to the woman and decided she was truly awake enough to figure this out with me. I shut the water and grabbed a towel just as I heard it again.
“What the hell?—”
“Shh,” I hissed, stepping toward the bedroom. I looked all over the floor, but there was nothing. Fuck, I had to be going insane. Maybe itwas her phone that was making the noise. With one final look, I shook my head and stalked back over to the woman, helping her to her feet.
“Come on. Let’s get you dried off.”
“And peel off these things,” she muttered. “What am I wearing?”
“Lingerie,” I muttered, rubbing the towel over her body, which quickly proved to be an issue when her nipples pebbled in the corset and drew my attention.
And there went my cock again. It was unavoidable. She was literally a wet dream, standing right the fuck in front of me. How was I supposed to react?
“I need this off me,” she muttered, shoving past me.
Before I could stop her, she tugged on the garters, tearing the material as she started stripping. Belts flew, stockings tore, and that frilly underwear dropped, revealing her very naked, very sexy ass.
“Can you help me with the corset?” she asked, peeking over her shoulder.
Those fucking gorgeous eyes stared at me, tempting me as she batted them.
And she wasn’t even doing it to be sexy. She was just drunk and trying to stay upright and awake. But fuck if she didn’t look good doing it.
“Uh…yeah,” I said, stumbling over my words as I stood behind her and brushed my fingers down the back of her corset. “Fuck, this is a really bad idea.”
“Hurry up. My boobs feel like they’re being squeezed to death.”
I rolled my eyes. That was not helpful. All I wanted to do was strip her of this corset and spin her around, then suck on those pretty nipples I had seen in the shower through the lacy material. But that wouldn’t do. Hell, I didn’t even know who she was. I was pretty sure we hadn’t slept together. I would have remembered that part.
Well, possibly not, but based on the amount of clothes both of us were wearing when I woke up, it was highly unlikely we’d been able to do anything other than fall into bed.
Or, as it so happened, on the floor.
“Just rip it. I needthis off,” she sighed.
My hand skimmed over the back of the material before I took it in both hands and tore as hard as I could. The hooks ripped from the fabric and scattered all over the floor. I swallowed hard as I stared at the creamy skin of her back, indented from the lingerie. It must have been uncomfortable as hell to sleep in. My hand slid over her skin without thinking, rubbing at the harsh red lines that marred her beautiful body.
Shaking my head, I knew I had to distance myself if I was going to get answers. I took a huge step back and cleared my throat. “I’ll be downstairs.”
Then I marched out of the room and told myself I was never going to look at her naked again. It might just be the death of me.
11
DAPHNE
Pullingon anything I could find lying around, I dressed and headed downstairs to face the music. Last night was a complete blur, but one thing I did remember was grabbing alcohol next to my sexy new husband and tossing it back like a girl at a frat party.
