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Clayton’s expression was one of astonishment. “She drove it here?”
“That’s what it looks like.” When Ella went rogue, she pulled out all the stops.
After downing the third shot, she held up her finger, and I saw the guy she left at the table stand up and come behind her. His hands on her shoulders had me just about to get up, then he leaned down, his lips touched the side of her face, and she quickly turned around. Then he put his arms around her, and she put her hands against his chest.
It’s hard to say what happened after that. A chair hit the floor as I rushed across the room. The guy went flying, and Ella was thrown over my shoulder.
Her tiny fists hit my back as I carried her out to the Corvette. Tossing her into the passenger side, I took her purse to get the key fob.
“Brandon!” she screamed, then leaned out to puke as I backed away.
I let her get it all out before helping her lie back in the passenger seat, then buckled her seatbelt and drove us home. Her head lolled back and forth as she’d passed out.
Even passed out drunk, she was still gorgeous. What am I going to do about her?
Chapter Fourteen
Ella
Quiet snoring sounds met my ears as I woke up. My mouth felt as if cotton balls had been shoved into it. My head felt like someone hammered on it, and my eyes burned when I opened them.
Quickly I closed them back up. What did I do last night? Nothing was coming back to me, so it might be just a cold.
Running my hands down my body, I found my shirt and jeans were still on. What’s going on? I sat up, opened my eyes even though they stung like crazy, and that’s when I saw a large lump on the floor of a bedroom that wasn’t mine.
“Shit.” I reached up to my hair to find it a tangled mess. “Where am I?”
The room was still dark. Why am I anywhere other than my own bedroom? A pounding headache made it difficult to process. But then a scent drifted through the air that seemed familiar.Brandon?
Looking closer in the dark room, I saw nightstands on each side of a large bed. The blanket was azure, soft, and the same kind as Brandon had on his bed. Looking to the left, I saw a darker spot in the room where the bathroom door was left open. I was in Brandon’s bedroom!
But why?
Moving my hands over the sweater I wore, I felt the chenille fabric and had the slightest recollection of putting it on. I tied it at the waist, but it hung loose and untucked. When I moved my hand up the row of buttons, all were buttoned up—all the way to the top.
I left the top few undone… So unlike me! Then it hit me all at once. I went to that bar I was sure Brandon would be at and had some shots— something new for me.
Oh, God! I took the Corvette, too!
How did I get home in an apparent drunken state? After never messing up even once, I’d gone and jumped off the deep end and would soon find that I’d drowned!
Climbing out of the bed as quietly as possible, I tiptoed to the door to make my escape before Brandon woke up. Will I get a lecture? Or worse? Had I done something with the guy that I was completely unaware of?
But he was sleeping on the floor. And my clothes were still on. All that was missing were my boots that I couldn’t find. I would have to get them later. For now, I had to get back to my bedroom before my parents woke up!
Moving like a ghost, I left the room, closing the door gently behind me and then hurrying downstairs. I had no idea where my purse was; my cell was in it, so that was lost, too. For all I knew, my boots were lost as well.
“I am never drinking again!”
When I got to the door to our quarters, I heard my father and brother talking on the other side of it. Instead of going in to explain myself, I hid in the room across the hall. It took them forever to leave.
I forgot that they begin their day at four each morning. Mom would be getting up in an hour, and I am expected to begin the housework by nine. I so didn’t feel like working! I needed sleep and lots of it.
After Dad and Kyle got far enough away, I slipped out of my hiding spot and went into our quarters, then to my room where I closed and locked the door behind me.
Stripping out of the tight blue jeans and chenille sweater, I got rid of my bra and panties, too, then climbed into bed. After a few hours of sleep, hopefully, I’d feel better.
It took no time to fall back to sleep. When I woke up, it was to the sound of pounding on the door. “Ella? What the hell’s going on?” Mom hollered.
