Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I started to lean in but thank fuck a honk from a passing car jolted me back to reality. I jumped back, barely keeping Ford upright.
We were drunk. This wasn’t the time to kiss Ford. I didn’t want to kiss him. I couldn’t.
I managed to reach around him, open the door, and help him into the cab.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked.
When Ford didn’t say anything, I thumped his shoulder. “Tell him your address.”
Ford managed to name his street, then looked back at me and licked his lips. “You sure you don’t want to join me?”
I wasn’t sure about anything right then, but I nodded. “Can you get yourself home okay?”
He nodded. “I’ll be fine. Just lonely.”
I stood there watching as the cab drove away, trying to ignore the way my dick had reacted to having his body pressed against mine.
7
FORD
“Ford? What’s wrong?” Was that Worth? I didn’t remember calling him.
“Nothing. It’s a wonderful night.”
“Are you drunk?”
“No. Definitely not. Don’t mix alcohol and lawyerling…lawler…work.”
“You’re definitely drunk. Do you know it’s 1 AM?”
I pulled the phone away from my ear to look at the time. “Wow. I should be in bed.”
“Where are you?”
“My street, I think, but all the houses look the same. Which one is mine?”
“Shit. Just stay where you are or go to that 24-hour diner on the corner. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
When I woke up the next day, I thought I was in hell. It was the only thing that would explain the way my head felt and the fact that there didn’t seem to be any moisture in my body.
I cracked open my eyes enough to discover I was actually in my room. What the hell had happened?
My head pounded so hard I couldn’t think. It took what felt like ages before I remembered going to the bar with Jay.
Oh God, what had I done. I remembered leaving the club with him, but everything was fuzzy once we’d started drinking heavily. How had I gotten home?
He’d bought us whiskey. Was he trying to get me to spill all my secrets? Fuck, had I? I wasn’t usually talkative when I was drunk, but Jay had been…nice. We’d just talked and talked and…. He’d really played me good.
I needed to get up and go to work. I stumbled to the bathroom, fighting the nausea that was making my stomach try to turn itself inside out.
I took a sip of water, trying to add moisture to the desert that was my mouth. It sloshed around in my stomach, and I had to wait before taking another sip. I reached for my toothbrush. My hand shook as I added toothpaste. The second I put the brush in my mouth, I knew I was doomed.
I managed to get on my knees in front of the toilet before I vomited up what little was in my stomach.
“Are you okay?”
I jumped, nearly falling into the shower.
Worth was standing in the bathroom doorway.
“What? How?”
“I helped you get home. Do you remember?”
I had a faint recollection of me standing in the street looking up at all the houses and talking to Worth on the phone. I cautiously shook my head.
“You must have taken a cab home, but then you couldn’t seem to find your door, so you called me.”
Cab. Yeah, there’d been a cab. “I did. Jay….”
My mind was flooded with the sensation of Jay’s body pressed against mine. I was leaning back against the cab. That couldn’t have really happened, could it?
“Ford? What the fuck did Jasper do?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. He put me in a cab.”
“He got you drunk. You never drink that much on a weeknight and rarely on the weekends.”
We’d had a few beers, then Jasper had ordered the whiskey, but I could have said no. He hadn’t pressured me, had he? He’d kept filling my glass, but it had been…nice. Like a date.
Oh fuck. I turned back to the toilet for another round. This time I was sure at least some of my organs had come up with my stomach contents.
“Jesus, how much did you drink?” Worth asked.
My only response was to groan. Finally, I managed to hoist myself back up to my feet.
“You should go back to sleep,” Worth said.
“No. What time is it? I should be at work.”
“I already told Miles you were sick.”
“Oh God, he’s going to ask questions. I don’t need that.”
Worth shook his head. “I’m not going to give him any details.”
“You didn’t tell him I called you last night?”
“I told him you called me because you had food poisoning.”
I didn’t deserve friends like him. “Thanks.”
“You know he’ll find out eventually.”
“Hopefully not until I’ve won this case.” I stumbled toward the stairs, and Worth sighed.
“If you’re not going to go back to sleep, you can tell me exactly what the fuck is going on with Jasper. Do I need to track him down and make it clear to him that he better not mess with you anymore?”