Love Drunk

Zucchini! Eggplant! Cucumber!

THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING!

"W-what the heck happened?"

Her huge doe eyes wide, her brows knitted in total confusion, Alex knew she looked and sounded like an i***t considering that it wasn't so hard to put two and two together with the both of them naked on the same bed, the sheets and pillows scattered all over the place along with their clothes.

No, it wasn't hard to realize what transpired the night before. She wasn't a virgin and she definitely had her share of passionate nights not to know. But never with a stranger!

What she couldn't rationalize, however, was the pain in her special place— and why the heck of all people was she in bed with this man? The last time she checked, she just broke up with her boyfriend— hell, she only slept with men she's seriously in a relationship with.

So why did she wake up with this guy, and why, noting the throbbing pain in her woman bun, why did it seem like she was at the receiving end of…something huge?

Glancing at the man next to her, seeing the other's uncovered s*x, Alex gulped at its size. It was not just something which invaded her. It was a huge “something'' and Alex shook her head, refusing to accept the image of her being humped with that— that b-b-big…t-t-t-t-thing.

Zucchini! Eggplant! Cucumber!

"Well, it seemed we had a busy night," the guy, Jacques, as she remembered his name, commented lightly, as his almond eyes scanned the messy sheets and Alex had the urge to cover her face in shame.

The bed shifted as the guy stood up and walked across the room to collect his clothes, unashamed of his nudity, that it was Alex who turned her eyes away. There were red marks all over the guy's skin, and she was still not ready to admit that she was the one who caused them.

Alex couldn't understand why, after the initial shock of waking up next to each other, Jacques seemed to accept things easily. But then, she guessed it wasn't so hard for the guy, considering he wasn't the one with smarting hips. With that handsome face of his too, Alex wouldn't be surprised if the man was a veteran in one night stands.

Shameless Casanova!

Oh Lord…

Still in a state of disbelief, she thought of how to salvage her pride. Even if it's normal for people to sleep with random people these days— some even ending up having children between them, Alex still thought of herself as a dignified lady.

"Is this yours?" the guy asked, and when she looked up, Alex's jaw dropped.

Jacques had her underwear— well her black and hot pink Hello Kitty panties dangling at the crook of his fingers with the guy looking at it with an amused expression and Alex groaned inwardly.

Why in tarnation did she have to wear that today or last night, she wept in her mind as she kissed her dignity goodbye. Her image was forever beyond redemption in Jacques' eyes— not that she cared about the man's opinion, of course. She was just saying this to herself as a lady.

"It's…cute," Jacques commented again and Alex closed her lids momentarily in defeat before she got up.

"T-thanks…I guess," she murmured as she stood, pulling the crumpled bed sheet as she did to wrap it around her body.  "May I have that back?" she asked as she flinched, feeling the slicing pain in her woman bun once more.

Instead of handing back her underwear though, the guy looked at her in question. "Why?" he asked and Alex looked at him as if he's stupid or something.

Wasn't it normal for someone to ask for her underwear back?

"Ehrm…so I can wear it?" Alex retorted cautiously and the guy frowned.

"But it's soiled. You don't wear dirty undies, do you?" Jacques asked her and Alex shook her head so fast she felt dizzy.

Should she tell the guy that this was a special circumstance then, she wondered.

"No. But I don't have a choice, do I? I need to wear it to get back to my hotel," she countered with a nervous laugh.

For a girl whose line of work was getting dressed and undressed in front of people, she really abnormally felt uncomfortable— not to mention shy. She wondered why she's feeling this way when last night at the bar, she wasn't as aware of Jacques as she was right now.

Maybe it was because they slept together, or maybe it's because Jacques was buck naked in front of her, displaying his well-built body, his bronzed skin encasing those lithe, sinewy muscles which rippled when he moved— and the zucchini, eggplant, cucumber! Comparing the guy's body to hers, Alex seemed too pale, too svelte, and too fragile, although she worked out a lot for her modeling job.

Ah…that must be it. Right?

"No problem with that. I'll call housekeeping," Jacques announced, and before Alex could protest, he was already on the phone. "Someone will come to get our clothes. You better go to the bathroom and take a shower if you want while I arrange for our breakfast."

Hearing food, Alex's stomach grumbled in reaction that she swallowed her protest. There was no point in declining the guy's offer anyway, since she had to stay in this room for a while.

"O-okay," she answered shyly as she padded towards the adjoining bathroom which she noted gave no privacy at all.

What the…

The bathroom was huge and definitely luxurious with its intricately designed tub and gold coated knobs. If she were alone, she would have enjoyed making use of the facility. But as she wasn't, the glass wall made taking a bath very awkward. Who would want to take one while someone else watched?

And she had to clean THERE! How would she be able to do that when he could see her every move clearly? She mentally cried and cursed at the person who designed the room.