Her Alien Savior (Ultimate Passage Book 1) by Elle Thorne

Author:Elle Thorne [Thorne, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbed Borders Press
Published: 2014-07-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Her head felt like it was going to explode. She knew that feeling. Knew it well, though it had been forever since she’d last felt it. Marissa groaned and pulled the pillow over her face. The sun. Brutal! The night before was a dim fog of a memory, but she knew she’d gone to Hush last night. She’d—

Marissa bolted upright.

Finn.

She scanned her bed. There definitely weren’t any signs of a wild, passionate night. Or a hot guy.

What was she thinking? She wasn’t the type. She didn’t do stuff like that. No, not normally, the voice reminded her. But he was hot. And you were drunk. Still, she didn’t—

No, she hadn’t. The room was unoccupied. She was in her night T-shirt, and the other half of the bed was untouched. And she was pretty sure no parts of the bed would have been untouched if he’d been here.

What the hell is wrong with me? She was acting like a whacked out, hormonal, horny...

She buried her face in the pillow and laughed at herself.

A knock interrupted her.

God. That sounded close. The door crept open. “Marissa?”

Him. Oh. Him. Finn. OhOhOh. Oooooh.

She jerked the sheets up to her neck. “Yes?” Back to the pretty-much-a-croak-while-he-was-around sound. Shit.

“Just checking on you.”

“Oh. I’m—” What the hell was he doing here? “I’m okay. I don’t remember much of last night.”

“No problem. We shared a cab. I stayed to make sure you were okay.” He pushed the door all the way open. “You were under the weather.”

Marissa fought back a laugh at that understatement and at the same time prayed that she hadn’t acted stupid, that she hadn’t done anything embarrassing. And, in the same breath, she fought the urge to stare at him. His hair was tousled. His face had that just right amount of scruff that would leave red marks on her thighs while he—

God. Stop this train of thought. Right now, Marissa Sanchez. Right this moment!

His eyes... Dark, black, the iris and pupils merging into one mysterious black hole that threatened to suck her in.

He was shirtless and had a huge tattoo of a winged—what was that?—on his huge bicep.

Stop. Immediately.

But she didn’t want to stop. She looked out the window, looked at anything she could to keep from looking at this man in rumpled clothes, the man with the bedroom eyes that she wanted to dive into.

“What? What were you saying?” She’d completely lost track of what he’d said.

A glimmer of amusement crinkled his eyes. “I was saying I hope you feel better. I’ll get you breakfast if you like. I presume a lady who owns a restaurant would have a stocked pantry.”

He would lose that bet for the most part, but the part that got her was, how did he know she owned a restaurant? Quit being paranoid, Marissa. You probably told him last night, while you were too busy drowning your problems instead of handling them. Or Belle could have.

“Belle! Shit.” Marissa jumped up. “Two West Two. Oh God. I’m such an idiot.

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