Untamed meets the Billionaire

2.

Chapter 2.

      The first thing I heard the next morning were birds chirping and the sound of wind outside of the  big bay window. It was either nature or my head telling me I had drunk way too much last night.

I groaned and laid a hand to my banging head. It felt like a hammer was hitting the bone of my skull apart. I groaned again at the dryness in my throat. I really needed a drink.

I flipped my legs out of the covers and relished in the bitter wind coming in from the window which nipped at my skin. It was refreshing, especially when I felt like shit. I probably looked like shit too yet I wasn't prepared to look in the mirror, I knew I'd be highly disappointed at the way I had turned out from last night. Sweat, dancing and heat just didn't do well for me.

I took the blanket and wrapped it around my body until I was decent enough to go outside. Cam had seen my naked body more than enough times but I wasn't prepared to scare her anymore than I had done already with it.

I had to drag myself to the kitchen. It didn't help that my mind was so hazy I didn't even know what I was doing and why. I still felt half asleep. Maybe I was sleep walking?

I grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim with tap water. It didn't take long before all of it was gulped in one. I sighed with relief.

However, I stopped short when I realised the kitchen I was stood in wasn't my kitchen. My heart lept into life. Well, fuck me. I had only been here six months and I was already sinning to one night stands? Diabolical, I say.

Feeling almost too pleased with myself, I put the glass into the sink. Now with a fresh mind I took a look around the place. My breath fell short.

This place looked like a palace. It was all marble and glass and silver trimmings. Where the hell was I?

"What are you doing?" A deep and rumbling American accent came out from behind me. I whipped around.

"Oh my holy fuck!" I screamed in panic. Usually after a one night stand I would leave without another word said. The next morning was never great for me, I hated the awkward chit chat. Yes, I know I had sex with you and no I do not want to talk about it.

Looking at the man stood before me, the memories of last night came back to me. It didn't help that he was wearing the same thing he did the day he was born; absolutely nothing. He had abs like a washboard and my God, a python inbetween his two thighs. I couldn't look.

"Taking a drink." I just about said. I think I'd need another one now just looking at him. He was sexier than I imagined him from last night. His dark hair was a mop of mess on his head, his eyes were still full of sleep yet always still so intense.

"Okay." He walked forward. I half imagined him to come waltzing over to me. To kiss me like he had done in bed last night. However, instead, Roarke moved closer to the counter and sat on one of the bar stools. He picked up a news paper and decided to ignore me instead.

Great. Fucking great.

"Okay." I replied. I stood at the counter not sure of what to do next. My stuff was dotted around the apartment and all I had on was a blanket around my body.

The apartment was so big and had massive floor to ceiling windows. I was glad we were at the top of the building or the neighbours would have something to talk about. Didn't rich people have any sense of privacy before getting floor to ceiling bloody windows fitted? I didn't understand the craze.