Page 72 of Bourbon Bliss
Finally, she seemed to be done. I led her inside, figuring I’d hose down the path to the front door tomorrow.
June looked worse in the light of my cabin. Her hair was matted, bits of it stuck to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. And she had a big, reddish stain across the front of her shirt. I hadn’t noticed it in the dim light of the bar. She looked like someone had thrown a drink on her.
“What happened?” I asked, pointing to her shirt.
She tugged on the hem and looked down. “Oh, this? Cassidy drinked a spill on me.”
“Cassidy spilled a drink on you?”
“That’s what I said.”
I looked her up and down. She was a mess. Sticky and dirty. I couldn’t put her to bed like that.
“Come on, June Bug, you need a shower. Then bedtime.”
“Where are we?” she asked as I led her to the bathroom.
“My place. That okay?”
She stumbled and I kept my hands on her waist to steady her. “No.”
“No? June, it’s the middle of the night and you’re drunk as all get-out. Do you really want me to drive you home?”
“I’m a terrible girlfriend,” she said.
“No, you’re not, and we can talk about this tomorrow after you sober up.”
“I never get drunk.”
“You did tonight. You need a shower. Can you do that?”
I gother into the bathroom, but she just stood there.
“That depends.” She narrowed her eyes and tapped her lips with her fingertip. “Which shower do I use?”
“How many do you see?”
She jabbed her finger at the air in front of her several times. “Three.”
I sighed. There was no way around this. “I’m going to undress you and help you in, but only so you can get clean, okay?”
“Why are you so nice to me?”
I was running out of reasons for that real fast, so I ignored her question and took off her shirt. Beautiful as she was, there was nothing sexy about peeling sticky clothes off a drunk June. She stumbled and almost fell no less than six times.
Once I got the water running, I hoped she’d step in the shower and at least rinse off by herself. She could wash her hair properly tomorrow. But she just leaned her hand against the edge of the shower and didn’t get in.
“June, honey, can you get in the shower please?”
“George, I think I consumed too much alcohol.”
“Yeah, you did.”
She didn’t reply. I was losing her. I needed to get her cleaned off and hopefully some water in her before she passed out for the night.
“Fuck.”
I stripped off my clothes, willing my stupid dick to calm down. Yes, June was naked, and yes, she looked very good that way. But this was no time for an erection. There was no version of this where I touched June tonight. Not a chance in hell.
