Committed (Book 2) (30 Days) (15 page)

“Alrighty.... Amanda, see you tomorrow. Love ya Clara!” She calls, her heels click and clack on the sidewalk as she hails a cab.
“Offer still stands.” That voice is like dark chocolate and silk. I want to look up but I can’t move so I stay doubled over.
“I don't think you want her riding in your car.” Amanda giggles pointing at me I’m sure.
“You look tired. Why don't I have my driver take you home and I’ll stay with Clara until she sobers up.” He offers. I want to protest but my stomach is rolling and I need to continue my deep breathing and concentration to keep everything contained.
“That sounds wonderful.” Amanda elates. What the fuck! Why is she throwing me under the bus. Hoes before bros apparently has no meaning to her. A strangled groan escapes me and Amanda is instantly at my side.
“What are you doing?” I hiss at her.
“Shut up Clara. I'll see you in the morning when you’re ready to thank me.” She snips. I want to strangle her and her good intentions. A car door shuts and I hear Amanda call out
have fun
before wheels screech and I assume she’s taken off by Dominic’s
driver.
“Clara. Can you stand?” He asks hesitantly.
“Of course I can stand you turd.” I straighten, push off the wall and immediately wish I hadn't. Everything tips sideways and I feel like death. My crouched hidey hole was a much,
much
better position. His arm darts out steadying me and I clutch it for dear life. “Wait a moment.” He grumbles. “Yes. The Harp. Thank you.” He clips into his phone. Jerk. Who is he talking to with such attitude? “Clara, I’m going to pick you up.” He says softly, the irritation in his voice from a moment ago gone.
“Nooo.” I groan. “Feet need to stay on ground.”

“Sorry darling but we need to move and I don’t think you can keep up.” My feet leave the ground making my stomach turn or maybe it was the pet name, I detest pet names. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my head into his shoulder trying to mentally right myself and tamp down the bile rising in my throat. He walks swiftly, as if I weigh nothing, to the curb and waits as a man opens a car door for him, squatting down he slides into the car with me still attached to him. I’m positioned on his lap and although I really dislike this weirdo I’m relieved to be on my way home. I don’t dare lift my head so I keep it buried in his neck and surprisingly, he holds me tightly to him silently. God, what kind of cologne does he wear, I want to get some for Sawyer because I need to smell this smell all the time. His fingers move gently through my hair and I want to tell him to cut the shit but I can’t make my mouth perform the task. The longer I keep my eyes closed and the firmer he holds me the more the spinning sensation subsides and sleepiness takes over. As I drift off to sleep it occurs to me that he didn’t ask for my address, but maybe Amanda told him when she left.

Sweatsuits

Oh my god do I have a raging headache. My mouth is so dry and my eyes are crusty. I feel like death. No scratch that I feel like a bag of smashed assholes. Why are the curtains open, is Amanda trying to kill me? I squint through the blinding light towards the offending open curtains. Shit! Where the fuck am I? I jackknife up. Wrong move. I can feel myself pale and my stomach churns. I quickly collapse back onto the fluffy down pillows and squeeze my eyes shut. It’s chilly. Why am I cold? Chancing another vomit attack I open my eyes and peer down at myself. I’m wearing a tee shirt. A plain white
men's
tee shirt. No. No. No! I reach under the blanket and feel. No underpants. What the hell is going on? As if on cue the bedroom door opens and the Devil himself appears disguised as a sexy as sin beefcake.
“Clara. Glad to see you’re awake.” The devil says. My mind goes into overdrive trying to piece together what happened last night. I don’t remember anything after stepping outside The Harp. “RAPE!” I scream in full on panic. The devil smirks and sits on the end of the bed as I tightly wrap the blankets up around my neck and tremble.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t scream that.” He says dryly.
“Wh..what the HELL is going on?” I stutter.
“You fell asleep. I didn’t know where you lived so I brought you here to sleep it off.” He explains calmly.
“Why, then, do I not have any UNDERWEAR on!?” My voice is unusually high and hurts my eardrums. Guilt flashes across Dominic’s face but quickly morphs into a grin before answering. “I changed you. I thought perhaps, you’d be more comfortable in my tee shirt.”
“Perhaps you should have checked with me...PERHAPS you should have woken me up and asked for my address! PERHAPS YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT MY CLOTHES ON!” All right, I’m in full on freak out mode here. I need to collect myself before I strangle this man and have to take Allie and Sawyer on the lam with me. I’m not usually so easily riled but this guy seems to bring out the worst in me.
“
Perhaps,
you should calm down.” He snickers. It’s official. He’s a douche and I loathe him. Just get out of her Clara.
“Where are my clothes?” I clip.
“There on the chair.” He nods at the chair in the corner where my clothes lay folded and places a hand on my ankle.
“Out!” I bark. He shakes his head as he stands. Before shutting the door behind him he calls out quietly, “You have an amazing body Clara.” The door latches and I vomit in my mouth a little bit before stumbling from the bed with the blanket still wrapped around me. I know I have a tee shirt on but I feel like I’ve been violated. Scooping up my clothes I hold them and the blanket to me precariously as I fumble with another door in the room, hoping it leads to a bathroom. The room is immaculate. King sized four poster bed, which I’ll admit, was comfortable. The carpet is a deep gray and plush. Everything in the room is done in various shades of cream and white. It screams money and luxury. I stumble over the end of the blanket into the bathroom and have to pick my jaw up off the floor.
This is the kind of bathroom every woman on the planet dreams of. A toilet is separated from the rest of the bath by a half wall, there’s a large marble double sink and the most luxurious looking deep claw foot bath tub next to the glass tiled shower with three, I repeat
three
, shower heads. An unopened toothbrush and toothpaste sit on the counter next to a blow dryer and brush and the shower is stocked with Fekkai shampoo and conditioner and
Creed Spring Flowers Body Wash. That makes the toiletries total well over a hundred dollars. Nothing compared to my Dove collection at home. What the hell, I might as well enjoy it all while I’m here. I turn the shower on as hot as I can stand it before stepping in and relishing the spray from the various shower heads. It’s heavenly. I can feel the tension being beaten out of me with every well placed spray of water. I wash my hair twice, the shampoo smells delicious, before moving on to the conditioner. Once I’ve completed all my washing duties I realize that I’ve probably spent a ridiculously long time in the shower-uninterrupted- something else that never happens at home, shut the water off and hop out.

Tagging the robe on the door I notice that it’s a cashmere robe. Who buys a cashmere robe-for guests no less! I tie it securely, brush my teeth and hair and exit the bathroom. I really don’t want to put on my dress, dirty undergarments and boots back on so I snoop around the drawers of the dresser in the room until I find a Princeton sweatshirt and matching sweat pants. Figures, Princeton, Oh My, Aren’t we just too cool. They are huge on me, I have to roll the waist of the sweatpants and draw the strings tight to keep them up. Tugging on my cowboy boots I realize I look like a strange combination of a hobo and a cowgirl but I really don't care, I’m comfortable. I hang the robe on the hook in the bathroom, grab my dress and undergarments and exit the bedroom. The hallway or corridor more likely due to the size of it screams wealth and power. Artwork, not prints, art, hangs on display as I wander down until I come to the living room. Maybe it’s a sitting room, I don’t really know and I sure as shit don't care. Everything but the bathroom is ostentatious.

“Hello Clara.” Dominic smiles, uncrosses his long legs and sets his paper aside.
“Uh. Morning.” I stammer.
“Would you like something to eat? Coffee perhaps?” He offers.
“Not really. I have brunch plans.” I bite out.
“At one?” He questions.
“ONE?! Crap! Why didn’t you wake me up? Amanda and Marg are probably freaking out right now.” I argue. Why am I arguing. Just get out of here Clara.
“No worries, I responded to their texts for you this morning.” He says triumphantly.
“You what? Where is my phone? My purse?” My heart rate has spiked through the roof.
“It was ringing and ringing. You needed the sleep.” He explains as if he did me a favor.
“Give me my shit now. I’m leaving.” I say through clenched teeth.
“In that?” He gestures to my outfit.
“I will mail it back to you.”
“I didn’t mean that, I meant you’re going out in public dressed like that?” His tone of disdain is really starting to irk me.
“Yes. I am and I will return the sweat suit to you-not that you probably ever wear it.” I say flatly. He stands and stalks over to me stopping just inches from my body. He’s in khakis and a crisp white button up shirt. The sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled to his elbows. I have to tilt my head up to keep his gaze. Everything about him screams alpha male.
“Well then.” He breathes. “Let’s get your things.” Why does this man smell so delicious and why does he make my blood boil?
“Yes, lets.” I clip. His hand snakes around my waist landing at the small of my back as he ushers me in the right direction. I like the feel of it.
“I’m not sure what I’ve done to warrant such hostility Ms. Lord. You’re quite the curious creature.” He chuckles and I bristle.
“You think that just because you have money you’re entitled. I’ve endured that type of
man
before and it honestly is quite the turn off if you must know.” I can’t believe that much honesty just shot out of my mouth. He pauses mid step to peer down at me.
“Endured eh? Interesting choice of words. You have no interest in money?” He asks curiously. I chose to ignore the endured portion of his comment, I don't owe him an explanation.
“Not the kind of money you have. Of course I’m interested in money, in being financially secure and
not
living paycheck to paycheck but beyond that no-I have no interest in it or the people that come with it.” I fire back.
“Interesting.” He grins.
“Not really.” I retort.
“Oh but it is. Most women would love to gain the interest of a man with my standing.”
“The fact that you just referred to yourself as ‘a man with your standing’ is completely disgusting.” I want to barf all over his expensive marble flooring.
“Is it now?” His eyes are like storm clouds. I think maybe I’ve driven the point home finally as we resume walking toward the door.
“Yes. I know wealth. I know poor. I prefer a happy medium. Money doesn't equal happiness Mr. Napoli. It creates a prison that you’re forced to conform too. It’s...it’s sad. I feel bad for privileged people. They aren't really free to live how they want.” I ramble. Why am I even bothering to explain myself to this nitwit?
“That’s quite the take. No one’s ever had the balls to be so frank with me about my lifestyle.” His fingers move a little at the small of my back causing fire to bubble in my belly. I feel entirely too hot in this sweatshirt suddenly.
“Well, you’re welcome.” I snip and he chuckles again. His voice is smooth and husky and it chafes me that it affects me at all.
“Here you are Clara.” He hands me my bag and I double check to make sure that my phone really is in it before looking back to him. He extends his card to me. “So you know where to return my clothes.” He explains dangling the card. I snatch it from his hand and toss it into my purse without care.
“Thanks.” I bark.
“Till next time?” He asks.
“Uh.” There is no way there will be a next time. As if sensing the impending verbal abuse he’s about to encounter the hand at the small of my back tugs just enough to send me flying into his torso. His arms wrap around me. One snakes up my back to the nape of my neck. His fingers tangle in my wet hair and tug gently until I’m looking up at him. I’m speechless. I’m
never
speechless. His face lowers to mine until our lips a whisper apart and I swear I can hear myself panting with anticipation. He holds my gaze and presses me firmly to the length of him. “Good bye Clara.” His breath washes over my face. It’s minty. I have the urge to push up on my toes and press my lips to his but I don’t. His head dips lower and left as he brushes a tender, barely there kiss in the hollow of my collarbone then abruptly releases me.
Goosebumps break out all over me as I stagger back a few steps wide eyed unsure of how to respond. I want to slap his pretty face and jump him all at the same time. My feelings are way out of control. I choose fumbling with the doorknob instead and darting down the hotel hallway towards the elevators without any farewell at all. In the elevator I try to control my ragged breaths. What the hell is wrong with me? Dominic Napoli is an ass and hot and infuriating and sexy and I think I want him.
***
“Are you serious right now? He kissed you in
that?
” Amanda squeals at me.
“Slow your roll home girl. What’s wrong with this?” I Vanna White my hand down my torso making her snicker.
“Well, on any other day, nothing.” She shrugs.
“Exactly. This
is
any other day Dominic Napoli or not.” I snort.
“I guess. So nothing happened? Nothing?” She pleads for information.
“Not unless you count undressing me without my consent while I was passed out.” I counter.
“Ya know, that is a little creepy... no panties?” She crosses her arms over her chest and shivers.
“Nope. Just his tee shirt. Who removes a woman’s underwear in that situation? It’s like begging for a lawsuit.” I quip.
“I’m with ya on that one. Sorry. I should have just taken you home with me.” Her face falls as she looks guilty.
“It’s alright. I was too drunk to do anything stupid-well, beyond passing out with a stranger in a car.” I shrug and laugh.
“Still, hoes before bros.” Her words spark a memory as she fist pumps me.
“Crap. I remember thinking that as you left... and I think... I think he
carried
me to the car but I don't remember anything else. I must have fallen asleep on him when we started driving.” I lament.
“He carried you?” Amanda says incredulously.
“Yeah, I’m almost certain I remember being picked up and carried.” I drag my hand down my face in embarrassment. “I’m such a lady.”
“Said no one ever.” She giggles and I playfully smack her.
“Well enough about that, what are we doing today?” I ask.
“You hungry?”
“Always.” I smile.
“There’s a good roast beef place around the corner.”
“
Roast beef?”
I laugh.
“Yeah. They have pastrami, clam strips and really load the beef in.” She says not following me.
“Meat curtains.” I deadpan and she finally gets it and starts laughing.
“Would you like cheese dripping from yours?”
“Ohmigod yes. Think they make a good fish taco?”
“Well, the staff
is
really friendly....”
“So I could totally get a meaty roast beef sub dripping with cheese, American or cheddar?”
“American of course.... cheddar implies STD.” Amanda and I double over in laughter.
“My mind never seems to leave the gutter, sorry.” I laugh.
“That’s good because mine doesn't either... now roast beef or pastrami?” She asks.
“Clam strip.” I deadpan sending us into another fit of laughter.