Dangerous Seduction

Indebted

When I woke, I wasn't mentally or emotionally or physically prepared to see I was in a stranger's room. At first, I told myself I was in my dorm room. The moment I saw the guy sprawled out on the floor though all color left my face.

            Just my luck.

            Unlike what I recalled from the night before, the entire house was silent. Of course, I couldn't completely recall everything. Wandering to find Willow, seeking refugee, seeing a guy in—-oh shit.

            I lifted myself onto my knees, eyeing the sleeping figure. No, no—I did not try and kiss him last night. When the memory hit me, I groaned inwardly and hid my face in my hands.

            "I said he had nice lips—multiple times, oh god, just end me now," I muttered, taking deep breaths. "First kiss?" I could recall his repulsed voice perfectly and my cheeks burnt. "Its fine, its fine, Genevieve. Just never set foot in this house again and you'll save yourself the embarrassment of seeing this guy sober." I shook my head, sliding off the body. My shoes had been kicked off or maybe he even removed them. I snatched them from the floor and tiptoed over the handsome stranger.

            I told myself to keep moving but temptation got the best of me and I glanced shyly for my shoulder as if he would be awake. He wasn't. Thank God. His features, unlike last night, were soft and delicate and his lips were pursed, his cheeks pressed against his defined bicep. His lashes were dark and long and I envied him for not having to get that look with mascara.

            Stop staring, god. It's like you've never seen a man specimen before.

 

            Well, maybe not one that good-looking.

           

            Oh, shut up.

            With that, I mumbled to myself and tiptoed out of the room. The house was a disaster. I wouldn't have been surprised to hear a storm had passed through. Some people slept on the couches down below and the stench of smoke and alcohol filled the air. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and slipped my wedges back on. No way was I walking through the mess of beer and garbage.

            As I edged out of the living room, a hand snaked around my wrist and I gasped, jumping.

            "Hey," the random stranger spoke and let go, hands up in surrender. "Wow, sorry. I just saw you left Darien's room."

            Darien?

 

            "Yeah," he responded and I realized I had said that aloud. "You didn't know his name before you hooked up? God, he's talented." A horrible heat washed across my pale skin and I widened my eyes at him. That's the guy's name—Darien. At least I know his name now. A name to that hot specimen.

            "No—oh god, no," I laughed desperately and then very sternly said, "No!"