Hot Holidays

CHAPTER 15: Ellie

CHAPTER 15: Ellie

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Ellie woke and she had to pee. Bad. She shoved the covers down and got out of bed, stumbling through the dark bedroom.

“Ouch.” She grabbed her foot, hopping in place. She’d stepped on Adrian’s belt buckle. The curtains were closed in the bedroom, but faint moonlight filtered in from the large window in the living room. She kicked the pants aside and made her way out of the room. Last time, she’d been here she’d used the bathroom in his bedroom but there had to be another one. She wasn’t risking her toes any more than she had to. She stopped in the living room, looking around. She hadn’t paid too much attention to the place on Christmas.

It was a typical apartment. Kitchen. Living room. Balcony and two closed doors. One of them had to be a bathroom. She took a step and hesitated. She was pretty sure he lived alone but not sure enough to run around naked. She peered into the bedroom, trying to see anything in the darkness. Her dress was dark blue, and Adrian had worn black pants and a gray shirt that’d brought out the green of his eyes. She couldn’t see anything but a laundry basket on the floor by the door with a glaringly white shirt in it. It was rumpled but it couldn’t be that dirty. She grabbed the shirt and pulled it on, hurrying across the house before she peed on the floor. She carefully opened the first door.

“Thank you. Thank you.” She hurried inside the bathroom.

When she was done, she made her way back to the bedroom. She stopped at the door. It was so dang dark all she could make out was a large form on the bed. She moved carefully across the room, bumping into a shoe and almost falling. That was it. She needed a light of some sort. She did her best to stay by the wall as she made her way to the window. She tugged open the drapes just enough to let in some light.

She turned, her breath catching in her throat. Adrian was on his back his arms tossed above his head, covers piled haphazardly over his hips. The moon highlighted him like a god to be worshiped. His body was perfection, muscular but lean and his face was even more handsome in sleep—his jaw defined and cheekbones high. His lashes were long and dark, covering eyes she knew were the tempting color of emeralds. His lips were opened slightly and all she wanted to do was crawl up that body, rubbing against him like a cat.

She moved closer. Why shouldn’t she? He’d woken her with s*x. Even if he hadn’t, she’d never met a man who minded a wake-up f**k. She moved closer. Right now, she could be in complete charge but only until he woke, unless...His arms were already over his head. Too bad he didn’t have bed posts, but she could make it work. All she needed was something to tie his hands.

She snatched his pants from the floor and pulled out his belt. This would do.