The night before comes rushing back to me, and I remember Jack made me leave the bar. I thought he said he was taking me home? What changed? I whimper when I suddenly remember that I threw up in his fancy Mercedes.
He stands at the end of the bed with his arms folded over his chest glaring at me. He’s already dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt. I wait for some snide comment, but nothing comes; however, he looks pretty pissed off at the moment.
“Where am I?” I glance around the room.
I’m in a giant fluffy bed that resembles a cloud. As I take in the wooden log walls, I quickly put together this is Jack’s house. I’ve never been here, but the beautiful cabin he had built sits up higher and off to the side of his resort overlooking the town. He had it built a year ago when before that he was staying at the resort.
“You’re in my bed.” He drops his arms only to run his hand down his face. “Would you please pull the sheet up,” he grumbles, and I glance down to see my bare chest.
“Ah!” I scream before yanking the blankets over me and falling back on the bed to cover myself completely. The only clothing left on my body are my panties. “Why am I naked?”
“Because I had to clean you up, and you refused to put one of my shirts on.”
He cleaned me up? Again, my mind flashes to the night before, and I remember Jack carrying me into his house and straight into his bathroom where I’d thrown up again. He held my hair back with one hand as the other rubbed my back. Did he kiss the top of my head? No, I must be making that part up.
Then I remember him using a wet cloth to wash my face and making me brush my teeth. Oh god, he even made me drink water and take something to help prevent a headache. It might have worked because my head isn’t pounding although I’m exhausted.
“You want to put the shirt on now?” He pulls the blanket down just enough to reveal my head.
The shirt hangs from his hand, and I snatch it from him. He smirks, and a growl erupts from me.
“Easy, love,” he teases, and my breath catches.
Did he call me love? No, I had to have misheard him. My brain is still foggy from all those shots.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. You’re going to need more than your morning donut.” With that, he turns and leaves me alone in his bed.
Quickly I sit up and pull the shirt over my head before I climb out of bed. My eyes linger on it and I wonder if he slept in here with me. Everything is fuzzy after the bathroom, and now that I’m thinking about it, I’m in dire need of it.
“Oh that’s bad,” I mutter when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I grab the toothbrush I used last night and clean my teeth before I wash my face. Any makeup Frostie put on me is already gone since Jack washed it off. I remember sitting on the sink while he gently washed my face, and he was so sweet.
I rub the center of my chest because there’s a weird sensation burning there. Totally heartburn or what I’d guess heartburn feels like. The urge to get the hell out of here hits me hard.
In the bedroom, I can’t find anything of mine—no purse or my clothes. The donut sits on the nightstand, and that has to mean he went to town to get it? Does Frostie know I’m here? She has to know, or a search party would’ve been launched.
“This keeps getting better,” I grumble before I take a giant bite of the donut.
When I exit the bedroom, I almost choke on the sugary goodness when I get a look at Jack’s massive living room with a huge stone fireplace. This has to be the most gorgeous home I’ve ever seen or been in. It’s cozy and not what I thought it would be.
“Sit,” he orders, motioning to one of the chairs at the island in the kitchen. The whole space is open, but the most breathtaking part are the windows that give a perfect view of Troping. I bet it’s incredible at night when everything is lit up.
I only walk over to the island because I see my purse along with my dress folded neatly and my bra on top of it. He must have cleaned my clothes last night too. Jack stands at the stove cooking eggs and bacon, and I jump when toast pops up from the toaster. Jack chuckles, and I glare at him.
“Orange juice and your sugar cookie coffee.” He motions to the two cups.