Angie had never been a fan of mornings, but morning-afters were the worst. The moment she opened her eyes, she realized she'd passed out in Tom's bed and now all she had was a sore body and the hangover from hell.
With a groan, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. The little light coming through the thick curtains let her know it was maybe early in the morning, and a glance at her discarded watch confirmed that it was only seven.
And yet, the bed was empty.
With a knot in her stomach, she glanced around. Tom couldn't have just left, but nothing was certain when her memory drew a giant blank. She couldn't even remember falling asleep. Just him, always him until she just blacked out from exhaustion.
As her senses slowly returned, she took in the clothes on the floor. His clothes, the one she'd peeled off one by one. He hadn't left her. And once the thought calmed her down, she realized she could hear the shower running in the bathroom. The sound triggered something primal within her, a fear that she'd messed up, that it was too late. That she had to get out of there while she still could.
A sweep of the floor revealed her lingerie, so she quickly put it on and focused on her dress. It was by the door, where he'd left it. Even if she hated having to put it on over a clammy un-washed body, she couldn't go out into the hallway in her underwear.
Come on, one strap at a time. Doing up the zipper was insanely hard with her body so uncoordinated. Finally, after what felt like forever, she managed to do it all the way up and focused on finding her high heels.
That was a little harder than the dress, especially since she distinctively remembered wearing them to bed. They'd somehow wound up next to the bathroom door.
On the tip of her toes, Angie retrieved them and continued her stealth walk towards the door. She could put them on after she got out.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She jumped out of her skin and twisted around, her heart beating so wildly it screwed up all her senses.
Tom stood in the doorway to the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, his hair wet, a towel in his hand. God, why did he have to look so amazing?
"I was just..." she stuttered, but had no idea where to go with it.
His gaze darkened, and for a moment he looked alarming. A shiver ran down her spine and she wasn't sure if she was terrified or turned on.
"So this is it, huh? You were going to slip out again." He didn't sound angry, but disgusted. "Funny. I didn't take you to be a coward."
She straightened, lifting her chin. "I'm not a coward. It just got a bit more complicated--"
"More complicated?" He tossed the towel to the side. "You kissed me and then started taking your clothes off. What exactly did you expect to happened that would have been less complicated?"
He had her. She had no idea what to say. The door was just two feet away, and yet it could've been on the moon for all the good that did.
"I'm curious." He took a few steps towards her, but stopped far enough so that she couldn't reach out and touch him. "Did you think it was a good idea to have a one night stand?"
She shook her head, because now, in the daylight, without the drinks, the music and the threat of Lucy, it was inexplicabile.
He came closer, stopping a mere inch from her. "Thought you'd take your ex for one last ride?"
"No, that's not it."
"Am I even your ex, Angie?"
Her eyes widened. "What?"
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Lose Control (The Jewel Project #5)
Adventure"It's never going to end, is it? The rivalry, the hatred, the madness. Not even now. Not even after so many years." It has been three years since the last jewel was recovered, and the Agency seems to have put the project to rest. They have a new tar...
