Page 55 of The Grumpy Billionaire
I sat up straight in bed, ready to jump into action, run for the shower, and get ready for work.
Wait—I wasn’t in my room. Not in my bed.
Looking around, I vaguely recognized the state room I’d seen through hundred-pound eyelids last night. I was in Reid’s bed.
Crap.
My feet hit the floor, and I looked down at myself, my skin registering the coolness outside the warmth of his exquisite bedding. I was clothed, but not as fully as I had been when I’d boarded his yacht yesterday.
I wore only the black tank top and black-and-pink bikini panties I’d had on under my sweater and jeans.
Crap-crap.
Heart pounding, I searched the room, locating my clothes folded neatly over a chair, and quickly pulled them on.
I made a necessary stop in the head next to my stateroom, making use of the brand new toothbrush and miniature tube of toothpaste I found there, then set out to search for Reid and give him a piece of my now-clear mind.
He’d basically kidnapped me. Taken me out to sea, given me drugs and alcohol, stripped me, and forced me to spend the night.
All right, well it wasn’t quite that sinister, but my thoughts grew darker every step I took without finding him.
I checked the yacht’s other stateroom. Its door stood open, the bed inside empty and neatly made—had it been slept in at all? Or had Reid perhaps decided to share a bed with the girl stupid enough to let herself be over-served and pass out there?
Crapcrapcrap.
My anxiety grew with every passing minute. I couldn’t remember a thing after dinner last night.
Had we done anything? The fact that I’d woken up withsomeclothes on led me to believe we hadn’t.
Plus, it had been so long since I’d had sex, my body would probably have let me know. My heart seized as the next question hit me—had Isaidanything revealing?
I climbed the stairs to the top deck, squinting in the bright morning sunlight. There was Reid, dressed in a fresh white polo shirt and pair of jeans, reclining in front of a bountiful breakfast table with his gaze trained on his laptop.
He looked up as I approached.
“Good morning,” he said with a wide smile. “Feeling better?”
His smile dropped as I failed to respond. My glare must have answered his question.
“What the hell happened last night?” I demanded.
“Calm down, Mara. Here—have a seat, eat some breakfast. Sorry about the selection. Vincenzo disembarked when we got into harbor last night. I just put out whatever I could find in the refrigerator.”
“I’m not hungry at the moment.” I scowled at him. “What Iamis very curious as to why I woke up this morning in your bed instead of mine. In myunderwear.”
“Don’t worry. Nothing happened.Youwere the one who took your clothes off. You kept saying you were hot. I tried to wake you when we docked, but you were practically comatose. You definitely couldn’t drive yourself home, and I thought it might not be a great idea for me to drive and carry you unconscious into your mom’s house.”
“My mom! I’ve got to call her. She probably thinks I’m dead.” I felt my pocket for my phone then realized it was in my purse below deck.
“It’s okay,” Reid said. “I called her last night and told her you were too tired to come home.”
My forehead dropped into my palms. “Oh God. That might be worse. What did she say? Did she freak?”
He grinned. “She threatened me with bodily harm in the way only a mama bear can. I swore on my own mother and every body part I hold dear that I wouldn’t lay a hand on you. I think she was convinced enough not to call the police, but you should probably check in with her pretty soon—let her know what time you’ll be home.”
I stood. “Right now wouldn’t be soon enough. I’m leaving.”
“You’re not going to have breakfast?”
