Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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My head throbs like a bass drum as I pry my eyes open, wincing at the harsh sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows. What the hell happened last night? The last thing I remember was Kade pulling me aside at the club, his eyes intense as he said he needed to talk to me. After that, it's a total blank.
I groan and try to sit up, immediately regretting the decision as the room spins. "Ugh, note to self: no more tequila shots. Ever."
As the dizziness subsides, I realize I'm completely naked under silky sheets that definitely aren't mine. My heart rate kicks up a notch as I take in my surroundings.
The bed I'm in is massive, with an ornate wooden headboard that probably costs more than my entire apartment. Plush cream carpets cover the floor, leading to floor-to-ceiling windows with a breathtaking city skyline view. There's a freakin' chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling for crying out loud.
"Okay, Josie, don't panic," I mutter. "You're just naked in some rich person's bedroom with no memory of how you got here. Totally fine."
I spot my clothes neatly folded on a nearby armchair. Thank god for small mercies. As I slide out of bed, my foot catches on something, and I nearly faceplant onto the fancy carpet.
It's my purse. I grab it, fishing around desperately for my phone. Dead, of course. Just my luck.
My eyes land on an ornate desk in the corner. If there's a computer, I can at least figure out where the hell I am. I wrap the sheet around me toga-style and make my way over, praying to find some clues.
As I reach for the laptop, my hand freezes. Next to the computer is a crystal dish filled with lollipops. Did I tell whoever took me to their house that I loved lollipops? Fuck, what the hell happened last night?
Just as I'm about to open the laptop, the door swings open with a soft click, and I whirl around, clutching the sheet tighter to my chest. My heart leaps into my throat as Kade strides in, looking infuriatingly put-together in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "Like I got hit by a truck filled with tequila and bad decisions," I croak out.
His eyes scan over me, and the way he looks at me seems as if he can see my nakedness under this flimsy sheet. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and I have to resist the urge to chuck a lollipop at his stupidly handsome face.
"I can tell you only two bad decisions were made last night," Kade says, crossing the room with predatory grace. I finally noticed the glass of water and painkillers in his hand. He sets them down on the desk beside me, maintaining that uncanny ability to stay impossibly calm in any scenario.
I take an instinctive step back, bumping into the desk. "Like what?" I demand, aiming for authority but landing somewhere closer to a panicked squeak.
Kade raises an eyebrow, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. "You don't remember? I'm almost offended, Josie."
