Searching for Hailey Bradshaw

Chapter 2

Someone was in her bed. Oh, God, someone very male was lying in her bed!

As she screamed again, he yelped, "What the—!?"

In the darkened room, Hailey could make out a figure sitting up... in her bed! She scuttled back, away from him and ran to the door. She patted her hand around the wall, searching for the light switch, and quickly flipped it on so she could see who was he was.

"Ahh!" the guy said and immediately lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the light. As he winced, it took Hailey a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness as well.

Finally, she saw enough to realize she had no idea who he was.

"What are you doing in my room?" she demanded.

He was shirtless and had the blankets down around his hips. It was obvious he'd been sleeping in her bed like there was nowhere else in the world he belonged. Hailey's gaze traveled the length of his tanned, sculpted chest. When she noticed he was only wearing underwear, she quickly whipped her eyes back to his face.

"Get out!" she shrieked.

He had one hand supporting him as he rested it against the mattress. The other was still hovering in front of his eyes, trying to block out the light. But at her demand, he moved his palm enough to squint in her direction. When he got a look at her, his eyes turned about as wide as saucers.

"Whoa!" he said and continued to gape.

That's when Hailey remembered she was wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy underwear. She let out startled yelp and dived for her clothes. Snatching her shirt, she quickly jerked it in front of her bare chest and then desperately reached for her pants.

The guy in her bed wasn't moving, so she snapped. "Get out of my bed!"

"What?" he said in absolute confusion.

Hailey was about to ask what he was doing there in the first place, when she glanced over to confront Sasha instead. Why in the world was her roommate letting some strange guy sleep in her bed?

But Sasha's bed was empty... And unmade. Plus, the blankets were not Sasha's ruffled magenta sheets, but dark green and plaid. The wall above wasn't covered with pictures of Sasha's boyfriend, either. Instead, it had one poster of a wet female model in a swimsuit and another poster of a pro-basketball player making a slam dunk.

Hailey's eyes flashed to the guy on her bed, which wasn't her bed at all. The bedspread covering him was not her electric blue and lime green comforter, but a darker blue blanket with blue and white striped sheets.

"Where's my room?" she said in a blank, hollow voice.

The man opened his mouth and was about to reply when a brief knock at his door interrupted them. Hailey jerked around as the doorknob turned and opened. Another guy—this one in boxer shorts, a t-shirt, and thick glasses—popped his head around the side.

"Hey, what's going on in here?"

Hailey had to quickly reposition her shirt and jeans so that both he and the stranger on the bed couldn't see her exposed body. This new guy gaped at her with his mouth falling open. The look he sent her made her suddenly wonder if he'd ever seen a female in person before.

"Fisher!" the guy on the bed snapped.

And, Fisher at the door slowly tore his eyes away from Hailey to blindly stare at Bed boy.

"Did anyone invite you in here?" Bed boy snapped.

Fisher's eyes narrowed. "You're not supposed to have girls in your room after ten," he said and his eyes strayed back to Hailey.