“No.” I shook my head firmly. “I’m not ready to leave this room. Maybe never again.”
Julie chuckled and nodded. She sank back down into bed and closed her eyes again. I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. As I dialed for room service, I could hear Julie’s soft moans of pain. We were both miserable, but there was a note of happiness buried beneath the misery.
After I ordered the food, I lowered myself back down beneath the covers. Julie rolled toward me and buried her face in my chest, her eyes still squeezed tightly closed.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“About what?” Julie asked.
“Your hangover,” I said.
Julie just laughed and nestled closer to me. She smelled like alcohol and perfume, the perfect scent for the morning after an amazing night.
“Last night was perfect,” Julie said. “The hangover is just a reminder of that.”
“Perfect?” I teased.
“Don’t you think so?” she asked.
She sat up just enough to look into my eyes. I grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, melting into her soft lips. Even with our heads pounding and our stomachs aching, I still felt that familiar surge of need when her lips danced against mine.
“It was more than perfect,” I said softly. Julie grinned and laid her head down on my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, letting her presence relax my aching body. The food would arrive soon, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was hold Julie and let the rest of the world disappear.
It had been years since I felt so deeply for a woman. After what happened with my ex, I put relationships on the back burner and focused almost entirely on work. I never saw the point of committing to someone again. Then I met Julie, and everything changed.
“I really didn’t expect to have fun last night,” Julie admitted with a laugh.
“What? Why not?”
Julie shrugged. “It was a company party. Business. I just assumed it would be boring.”
“Oh, ye of little faith,” I teased.
“Seriously,” Julie said. “It was amazing. You threw a great party. Everyone had such a great time.”
“Especially me.” I kissed her forehead. “My clients loved you.”
“I don’t know about that,” Julie said.
“I do,” I said. “I’ve never seen half those guys warm up to anyone the way they warmed to you. You even charmed their wives, which is no easy task.”
Julie shrugged again but didn’t get a chance to respond. There was a loud knock on the door, so I gently pushed Julie off my chest and hopped out of bed. Throwing a robe around me, I hurried over and opened the door.
“Room service?” the man said.
“Yes, thank you.” I stood back and let him wheel the cart inside.
I grabbed my wallet off the table and tipped him, smiling and ushering him quickly back into the hall. Julie was still in bed, hidden under the covers but naked. I didn’t want him to catch a glimpse of something he shouldn’t. She was all mine.
“Hungry?” I asked, pushing the cart closer to the bed.
Julie laughed. “Yes and no. I feel like I could throw up.”
“You need food,” I said. “We both do.”
Julie nodded and groaned. She sat up just enough that the sheets slid off her breasts. My eyes flew immediately to her bare skin, and I felt my dick twitch. Just one look was enough to remind me of how it felt to be with her last night.