Are you going to kiss me?

4

My head crumbles as I open my eyes to the broad daylight shining through my unshut curtains. What a mistake it was to keep them open because now my day is starting at just 6am. What normal person wakes up at this time? But one thing I find difficult is trying to go back to sleep.

So I great the day, sitting up in bed and taking in my surroundings. Okay so I'm in my bedroom, that's a good sign but why can't I remember taking myself to bed?

What went so wrong last night? I can't remember drinking that much. So why do I feel so hungover and fearful about what may or may not have happened last night. Who on earth put me to bed?

Clearly my New Years went somewhat according to plan. I wanted to let loose, have some fun, let my hair down because that's what I'm about. I also wanted some company for the night but it seems I didn't get that.

But just then I hear the loudest clang ever. The sound as though someone is rummaging through a cupboard full of pots and pans.

Who on earth?....

It could be anybody. If I'm this intoxicated from the alcohol that I don't remember a single thing from last night, who knows if I locked the bar up properly. Anyone could be breaking in, but why on earth would they come upstairs to my apartment when there is everything they could want downstairs in the bar.

I quickly leap out of bed, standing tall on my tiptoes and shimmying back against the wall like a ninja. I grab the baseball bat that I suspiciously keep by my bed and prepare myself to charge.

"Whose there?" I shout, but nothing. I hear nothing in return.

But then all of a sudden I hear another bang, so I don't hold back, I burst through my bedroom door yelling. To find nobody. My apartment is empty. Strange. My apartment is one of these that you can see both the living area and kitchen, so there's definitely not anybody breaking into my apartment. Maybe i just placed my pans in the cupboard in a way they sort of fell.

Unless.... someone is hiding behind the kitchen island....

"Found it" I hear, as a very frustrated blonde pops up behind the kitchen island. Her eyes then flick to mine and she jumps out of her skin. No kidding, I know exactly what that feels like. "Roni you scared me" She huffs as she yanks out her headphones and pauses the music playing from her phone.

"I scared you. I thought someone had broken in." I sigh, finally being able to let my heart rest just a little. "You gave me a heart attack"

"So you decided to face the intruder naked?" Emma sasses, looking me up and down, head to toe, but that doesn't bother me. She thinks I'd be intimidated, a little flushed, embarrassed even. But that's not me, I'm confident with the body momma gave me, so I can stand here in my flesh and bare skin all day if I have to.

"Someone stole my dressing gown." I fire back, aiming it directly at the blonde stood in my silky black robe.

"And should I be concerned by the fact you sleep with a baseball bat by your bed?"

"No, should I be concerned why you're here and cooking at 6 o'clock in the morning?" I quiz back, heading over to the kitchen where one of my favourite baggy T-shirt's rests on the radiator which is fully dry now.

"I thought you'd be hungry" she shrugs, as she puts the bacon in the frying pan and flicks her eyes in my direction. "Oh come on, don't put that goddess figure away"

"What are you doing here Emma?" I fire out, no more beating around the bush, I need answers about last night, why can't I remember anything.

"You don't remember anything do you?" She questions back, but I just take a seat at the barstool on the kitchen island facing the beautiful blonde. "You hires me for a job, I killed it out there, we drank a little, we drank some more, we danced and took shots, we drank some more until it was time to lock up. You had me lock up and insisted I spent the night"

"Did we...."

"No, we was going to.... but you fell asleep so you owe me" she sasses back, and damn does she get me blushing! I hate that she makes me feel this way.

"I owe you big time blondie." I wink, so I look around my living room, to see no blankets or duvets or pillows so where did she sleep? "Where did you sleep last night?"

"Well you taken me to bed, then we made out a little, I went to the bathroom to freshen up but when I got back to the room you was all naked, cuddled up like a caterpillar in the duvet and fast a sleep holding your little sheep teddy"

"Hey, leave lamb lamb out of this" I scrunch my nose up and pout.

"Well lamb lamb insisted I stayed in bed with you, just peacefully beside you in case you woken up confused or was sick or in some bad state, but you sleep the like the dead" she chuckles.

"Well Lamb lamb and I both thank you for the company and care you provided last night." I grin, as I get up off my barstool and waltz my way around the island. I slowly place one hand on the bar top beside where Emma is cooking and slowly lean in, pecking her lips rather quickly before getting a glass of apple juice. "So what's for breakfast?"

"Full English?"

"Mmm, You read my mind" I groan in awe. It's been so long since I had a good breakfast. "And then we're opening the bar up at lunch, that's if you want the job?"

Emma's eyes quickly jolt to mine as she searches for some sort of trap. As though I'm lying or leading her on I'm some way.

"Are you serious? You mean last night wasn't just one night cash in hand job? You actually want me to work for you?"

"Why not? You was killing it last night... from what I remember" I wince but quickly grin wide when I see how happy she is and relieved that I've saved her ass. Not only does she now have a job, but she doesn't have to worry about losing her apartment or her training course.

Emma runs to me, throwing her arms around me and quickly I hold her tight and inhale her sweet smell. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" she singsongs her appreciation.