A Werewolf's Mate (Complete)

Mate (19)

Having attended an Ivy League college…Pierce was not stranger to having woken up with a total black out of what had happened the night before. It had happened once or twice.

What she was most definitely not used to was waking up with a black out…naked…sleeping on a strange bathtub.

It was a nice, clean, white bathtub…big enough to be a Jacuzzi. The kind that really nice hotels have. Upon further inspection of the room, and covered with a towel, she knew she was at a really nice hotel.

She decided to inspect the whole suite, and almost fainted at the sight before her. It was a little scary.

Upon the gigantic king-sized bed was a sleeping bear of a black dog, snoring to kingdom come, with what looked like to the girl as a grin on its face. He was half-buried on the covers, which were a mess. Upon further inspection and daring to see what else was messed up, she found there were clothes everywhere, strewn across and up and down the rooms of the suite. Her brassier was hanging from the chandelier on the living room.

She was musing on the scenarios on how that article of clothing could have gotten up there, and how she could get it down, when there was a knock on her door.

She immediately heard a very loud thud come from bedroom. It sounded painful. Then saw Erin rush to the door, covered with a linen, and stop cold in front of her, looking her over, a startled look on his face. Then he looked around more, and saw the state of the room, his eyes landed on her brassier.

“How did that get there!? Why are you naked!?” He whispered yelled at her.

“I don’t know. I don’t know either. Answer the door while I try to figure out if my shoes are on the fire escape!” She said angrily at her.

Why was she naked? Why was he naked!? What had happened last night?

She needed to find her purse and her phone, and call Laurie or Nina, maybe Audrey. Michelle and Rosie were probably with one of the French models, and still sleeping.

“Hello Mr. Grayer. I have a package for your…lady-friend. Just came in. Would you like something to eat delivered to you, or will you check out?” The page-boy said, a little disapprovingly. He took one look at Erin, and one look at the room, and his face was a little horrified.

“When is check out?” Erin asked, trying to hold the cover up his front, whilst trying to carry what looked like Pierce’s suitcase.

“In about two hours. We extend it till mid-morning on the weekdays sir. But you are used to them, as you room with us when you have business in the city. We humbly welcome your patronage sir.” The pageboy said, sucking up a little.

“Right, honey, your suitcase is here. We are leaving in an hour.” He yelled at Pierce, who was trying to get her undergarment down with something she had found by the fireplace, with the help of two chairs stacked up.

She looked up, missed her footing and feel to the floor with a very audible and painful sounding thud. “Shit.” Was the only thing she said.

Woozy, Pierce got up, re-folded the towel, and made herself go into the bathroom again, for another episode of self-judgment and what-the-hell-were-you-thinking-Pierce.

He saw her naked. While sober.

He might have seen her naked while they did whatever happened to the room. But just now, he saw her naked, butt-naked…

Once Pierce made her way out, the bed had been made, her clothes were neatly folded on it, along with her suitcase, her purse, and all her belongings.