A Malibu Kind of Romance by Synithia Williams

Author:Synithia Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

What happened last night?

The words hit Julie’s brain before a splitting headache took hold. She squinted her eyes even though her room was dark and slowly rose to a seated position. Her mouth felt like dirty cotton and tasted worse than that. Pushing back the plush covers, she eased her legs over the side of a bed.

Two blinks later, her vision cleared and several things became apparent at once. (A) She was not in her hotel room; (B) she was naked except for a sleeveless T-shirt; (C) the shirt did not belong to her.

Running her fingers through her short hair, she looked around the room. There was a humongous bed covered in rich, royal blue sheets, dark masculine furnishings, a colossal flat-screen television along one wall hooked up to a gaming system, platinum records on another. The last wall was nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows dimmed to an opaque that she was sure turned clear with a push of a button to provide a view of the ocean. Even without the decor, she would have known she was in Dante’s bedroom. The sheets smelled like him, seductive and inviting, and after spending the night in his bed, she smelled like him.

A bottle of water and ibuprofen were next to each other on the nightstand with a note that read, “You’ll need this.”

“What did I do?” she murmured to herself. She grabbed both and downed three pills and half the bottle of water. She paused to take a physical check of herself. She didn’t feel like she’d spent the night having sex. She just felt hungover. The inside of her elbow was sore. She glanced down at the Band-Aid there. When she pulled it off there was no sign of an injury. Add that to the list of mysteries. Her stomach growled, and she was hungry.

She stood quickly. Her stomach rolled; her head spun. She took a deep breath and both cleared. Okay, maybe too much to drink. She glanced around the room. No sign of her clothes. If she’d come to bed with Dante after drinking too much, she would expect to see her clothes strewn over the floor in a haphazard attempt to get them off.

Where in the world is Dante?

She went into what she guessed was the bathroom and sighed with relief at the sight of the enormous gray marble shower and bathtub. The time to worry about what she’d done the night before could wait. She stripped off the shirt and got into the large shower. While she washed away the grogginess, she tried to remember how she’d ended up in his bed. Antwan had been there. Dante was thoroughly enjoying the sexy sisters eager to please him. Shouldn’t they be in his bed? She dropped the soap.

For the life of her, she hoped her inhibitions hadn’t dropped that much the night before!

Picking up the soap, she finished her shower. No matter how hard she pushed her brain, the only thing she remembered was sitting at the bar, saluting Dante after his performance and then having a brief conversation with Carlos.

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