A Thunderbolt

Chapter 4

I scrunched my eyes up in the hope that it was just a very nasty nightmare, but when I opened my eyes I was still very much in his bed, very naked as was he. I covered my face with my hands and moaned under my breath, this was not good. As I shifted round trying to get out of bed discreetly he began to stir next to me. Shit, I thought. I held the sheet covering my chest as I sat up, the movement causing him to open his eyes. He looked around groggily, with his eyes half open and frowning but as soon as his eyes landed on me his eyes grew large and as his gaze drifted over my bare back he grinned with understanding.

'Hey beautiful.' He said to me with a big grin still stretched across his face. I rolled my eyes and scowled at him, shaking my head. God, this was so embarrassing.I just wanted to forget that this ever happened, I very rarely did this sort of thing and I didn't need it interfering with my career. I placed my hand over my cheek and ran it through my hair, trying to disguise my very prominent blush. I looked around trying to locate my dress, seeing what I was trying to do he laughed. ' Its by the door, if you remember.' He reminded me, still chuckling. I ignored that comment even if I did remember it and remembered that I had a shoot today.

'Shit! What's the time? I have a shoot today! ' I looked around for a clock and seeing an alarm clock on his bedside table my heart dropped. 'Shit! Shit, shit, shit! I'm fucking late!' I made a move to get out of bed and realised that I still have no clothes on. I turned to him, my dress was on his side of the room. I smiled, a techniqe I always found that worked very nicely. ' Can you hand me my dress please?' I smiled again and ran my hand through my hair in the hope that it would help to pursuade him. He threw his head back and laughed ' No way, you have to get it yourself.' The dick! He knew that I didnt have anything on and he was refusing to help me. I let out a frustrated sigh and scowled at him "Close your eyes, then." I snapped at him.

He laughed again, looking the picture of ease propped up with his arms behind his head. "Alright." He acquiesced, a laugh still colouring his tone as if he were placating me like a child. I waited until I saw his eyes close and I leapt out of bed and scurried over to where my dress lay on the floor. Turning my back just in case I hastily slipped on my undergarments and dress which had been scattered over the floor. Turning around I was met with the man's open gaze. "How long have you been watching me?" He just grinned for a moment allowing me to think the worst before answering. "Chill, not long. But it's not like I haven't seen it before." I scowled and opened my mouth to snap something back before realising that he was right and it wasn't like I had anything to be ashamed about my body.

Although I was confused as to why I was so bothered by him. I suppose it was because I didn't even know him and I've already spent the night with him. And also I had no spare clothes so when I went for the shoot, everyone would see that I was in the same clothes as the night before! "Oh shit!" I said out loud without meaning to. I covered my face with my hands cursing myself. "What?" The bastard was still laughing, oh this is so embarrassing. I just shook my head in response. "What is it? Tell me, I wanna know." He sounded more insistent. I turned my head and glared at him. "You just want to know so you can laugh." He didn't even deny it, still laying down smiling as he waited for my answer. "I have no clothes with me so everyone's gonna see that I'm wearing the same thing as last night." Again, he threw his head back and laughed. "If you want you can borrow some of my clothes but that'd probably make it worse. You don't want the paps making up some story." My heart dropped again, I'd completely forgotten about the paparazzi. I wasn't that famous yet but I still got followed sometimes and my career was on the rise and because of the Victoria secret fashion show coming up in a week I knew I was of a great interest. "Oh shit yeah, well I'll be just fine with what I'm wearing thanks. Do you know a cab number?" He nodded and raised his eyebrows in affirmation. He looked me over speculatively. "Yeah, if you just hand me my phone. And you might want to do something with your hair and make-up, you looked lovely last night but you certainly look well loved now." My face burned with embarrassment, I think it was because I barely knew him and yet we had been so intimate last night and he was so blase about it this morning. "Where's your phone?" I snapped. He held his hands up in a surrender pose, and tipped his head toward a jacket on the floor. "In the pocket." I stomped over and fished out his phone which I promptly gave to him and as he went through his contacts I took my compact mirror from my purse to see how bad I looked. My make up was smudged all over my face and my hair was like a bird's nest, as much as I hated to admit it I did look very well loved. As I went to seek the bathroom I heard him on the phone requesting a taxi for me.