DOUBLE TROUBLE: TROUBLE IN VEGAS series by Patrice Wilton

Author:Patrice Wilton [Wilton, Patrice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamscape Press
Published: 2016-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

Jennifer woke up with a blinding headache. It beat the worst hangover she’d ever had—even during her carefree college days.

She moaned and opened her eyes. She was naked, her muscles sore. She remembered her fever from the night before. That could explain her lack of a nightie and feeling like she’d had a two hour Pilates workout.

Sucking in a breath she darted a glance beside her. The bed was empty. Oh, thank the dear Lord!

But then, she heard the sound of a shower. Who was in there? She slid out of bed, oh so quietly, and looked for her luggage. It was where she’d left it, on the rack next to the closet. She was in her room, but she was not alone.

Breathing deeply, she grabbed at her clothes. A bra. Panties. She turned her back and slipped into a pair of pink silk underwear. Rushing now, her hurried movements made her drop the matching bra on the floor. She scrambled to pick it up as the shower turned off. Her remaining breath was sucked right out of her, and with trembling fingers she tried to fasten her bra but couldn’t get it to catch.

He mustn’t come out. She didn’t want to see who it was. She wanted to be out of the room and far away from whoever was humming off-key. But she knew the name of the man on the other side of the door. She knew his face. She knew his body. Intimately.

Deliciously.

This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not to her! She was smarter than that. She knew better. She knew the danger. She had been there for Nikki’s downfall right from the start. No, please, don’t let this be real she begged an unseen power who couldn’t let her down in her time of need.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them again Hunter stood in the bathroom doorway, a towel tied around his waist. She took in his broad chest, his narrow waist, the slim hips that kept the towel from dipping further. She remembered all too clearly what was underneath. The man was hung and then some.

Heat flamed her face and her knees went weak. She covered her naked breasts the best she could and reached for the bed cover. “What are you doing here?”

“Jennifer. We need to talk.”

“No. No, we don’t. This didn’t happen. You need to get out of here. Right now. I won’t tell anyone. It will be our dirty little secret. No one needs to know. Not ever.”

“I didn’t seduce you, Jen.”

“I don’t care.” Tears prickled her eyes and she heard the rising hysteria in her voice. She was losing it when she had to hang on. “What does it matter? I seduced you. You seduced me. I’m telling you, it’s not our fault. We didn’t do this. It’s the virus.” She moved forward and gently pounded his chest with her fists. Not in anger, but in frustration. “It’s something about this damn hotel. Shit, shit, shit! I never realized it before.

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