Love Drunk

Gone Haywire

With the bed sheet still firmly wrapped around her body, Alex looked behind her, glancing surreptitiously at Jacques on the other side of the glass under her lashes. She secretly watched as the man wrapped himself with a robe, frowning at a package in his hand as he did.  What was the package about, Alex wondered as there was a knock on the door. She then watched Jacques let go of the package and walk towards the door, carrying their clothes. It was probably housekeeping.

With a sigh, Alex held the sheet tighter against her as she watched Jacques let whoever else was at the door inside the room. A tall, uniformed guy stepped in, pushing a tray carrying what Alex knew to be their breakfast or lunch in their case as it was already late, and her stomach reacted some more.

Seeing the staff glance her way, however, with that knowing glint in his eyes as he smiled at her, Alex itched to hit the jerk to wipe the smirk off his face.  Her displeasure showing on her beautiful face, Alex glared at the guy as the bastard deliberately slowed his movement, obviously wanting to remain in the room longer than he ought to. She wanted to tell the guy to go away now that his job was done, but Jacques beat her to it.

Alex watched as her accidental lover frowned at the hotel staff as he spoke— probably telling him to get the hell out which the guy did and she was somewhat relieved. It was as if Jacques didn't like others to see her body, which of course, was just her wishful thinking. He wasn't her real lover to be possessive of her— not that Alex wished him to be one anyway.

Whatever happened last night was just an error on her judgment— a product of her upset over her broken engagement.  What transpired in this very room was nothing but a drunken mistake, Alex thought as she closed her eyes and images of her dancing with Jacques the night before flashed in her mind, making her temple throb a little. It seemed she was starting to remember bits and pieces of the night's activities as time passed.

"Are you okay?"

Alex's eyes snapped open and she stepped back in surprise to find Jacques in the bathroom with her, the other's almond orbs studying her face intensely before they turned opaque with something else as they roamed downwards, and Alex's throat went dry.

She knew that look.

Lust.

There was no mistake. Drunk or not, Alex's accidental lover wanted her.

"I-I-I –g-guess so…" Gulping her answer, Alex stepped back some more as the other invaded the space.

The heat emanating from the other's body bothered her a lot— most especially now that she knew Jacques desired her, and she could feel her body reacting to it.  She couldn't take it; she turned away.

"Just take a quick bath, else our food will get cold," Jacques spoke so close to her ear, making her eyes widen as she spun around.

WHOA!

Talking about overrunning the space— the guy was totally invading her space! Jacques stood inches from her, his head bent down, his hot breath fanning her upturned face. What more? The guy was buck naked again with the love marks and scratches on his body up close!

"W-w-what –"

Her brain going haywire, Alex tried to articulate her protests, but the guy came on too strong, shocking her to the point her jaw dropped in the middle of her speech to gape.

"W-what?"

"Who goes to the bath with this?" Jacques asked playfully as Alex felt a cool breeze touch her ass and legs.

Seeing the man grin at her with the bed sheet he took from her in his hand, which by the way, he consequently let go and let pool around their feet, made her realize that her body was already exposed. She instinctively placed her arms across her chest like a compromised maiden, forgetting she had more important parts than her breasts to cover— like her woman bun, for example.

"You're cute," Jacques commented with a chuckle, and Alex immediately transferred her arms from her chest down to cup her s*x as she remained gaping at the other wide-eyed. 

She was getting more and more perplexed by the second and it was all because of this smiling devil in front of her. She wanted to tell him something very important, but it took all her energy just to focus on reality. Those dazzling smiles he threw her way were killers. They should be illegal.

"Come," she heard him speak, and in no time, she was soaking in the huge tub with Jacques.

Although still confused, the warm water and fragrant bath soap made her relax; the sores all over her body faded away and she leaned back against Jacques' chest as he massaged her shoulders. Jacques' hands felt wonderful on her body that she felt like purring— like a contented kitten until she realized something and she gasped.

Wait, wait, waaaaaait!

Water splashed on the marble floor as Alex shifted in the tub to get to the other end, facing Jacques with an accusing stare.

"Is there something wrong?" the guy asked and she was all ready to answer.

"YES!" she announced as she smiled nervously at the clueless guy. "This…is wrong," she enunciated before lifting a finger to point at herself and then at him. "You and me together in this tub is wrong," she added, making the other frown.

"Why? You didn't want to soak in the bath? You'd rather take a shower?" he asked, as he too shifted in the tub as if to go to the shower with her, but she was able to stop him from moving in time.

"Yes! I mean, no! No, yes— wait!"

Holding her hand up like a stop sign, Alex glowered at the other. She felt like she's having a shortage at the brain department today. The man was seriously making it difficult for her to think straight.

"Stop confusing me! I'm trying to make a point here," she grumbled, bringing the amusement back on the other's face.

"What's confusing? If you want to take a shower instead, then we'll go take a shower," the guy said and she shook her head.

"That's not what I'm talking about."