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tan walls, a single dresser, and the mattress I was on. Nothing else.
My head hurt. My eyes hurt. Hell, it all hurt. I looked around, tried to get my bearings, but I didn’t recognize the bedroom I was in. I peeled the covers back and looked down at the green, four-leaf-clover T-shirt I was wearing, and then I realized where I was—at Gideon’s place. I walked to the window, pushed the curtains aside, and looked out, finding myself on a very high level of a building, possibly a hotel.
I vaguely recalled a conversation I’d had with Rae the night before, sometime after I left Gideon’s house. I couldn’t recall the finer details, but visual images of Hollywood A-list actor Terrence Knight kept running through my mind.
Too afraid to tiptoe out of the bedroom I was in, I tried for answers a simpler way. I removed my cell phone from the bed and texted Rae. She responded within seconds, filling in the details from the previous night.
I tossed my phone to the side and looked around, now noticing a glass of water resting on top of the dresser, along with two pieces of toast. I walked over, tried a piece of the toast, soon realizing my body wasn’t ready for food just yet. From the other side of the bedroom door, I heard something. Breathing.
“I can hear you,” I stated.
“It’s Gideon.” He poked his head in. “Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you’re up.”
“I need to go home. My kids were having a sleepover last night, but they need to be picked up.”
He was dressed like he was due in court. “Now?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Rae picked up the kids already. She told me to tell you she’s taking them for a play date today, so there’s no rush.”
She did, did she?
“I’m not sure what happened last night, or how I ended up in what I assume is your shirt, but I’d like to forget it. All of it.”
“Everything? Are you sure?”
He stifled a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Do you even remember coming here last night?”
“Maybe.”
“You don’t, do you?”
“Why does it matter?” I laughed. “It’s not like we had sex or anything.”
I may have spoken too hastily. I considered the facts.
One, my clothes were nowhere in sight.
Two, I was wearing his shirt and nothing else.
One plus one did equal a possible escapade.
I covered my mouth with a hand. “Did we do anything last night?”
“It’s a good thing we didn’t,” he winked. “I might be offended if you didn’t remember.”
“It’s all a bit foggy. I’m not even sure how I got here.”
Gideon gave me the highlights, running down the last twelve hours.
“Why did you come to the club after I left your house?” I asked.
“You were angry when you left. I wanted to talk, clear the air if I could.”
“I don’t remember us talking about anything. Did we?”
“We did not.”
“Do you want to talk now?”
“I have a meeting, or I would.” He walked over, pressed a silver key into the palm of my hand. It dangled from a leather keychain that had the words “Porsche” embossed on it. “There’s a car parked out front. Use it to get home. I’ll arrange to have it picked up later. In the bottom drawer of the dresser, there are some gym shorts. They might drown you, but they’re all I have.”
He backed away.
“You’re leaving?” I asked. “Now?”
“I’m sorry. I’d like to stay. There is one thing you should take advantage of before you go though.”
“What?”
He held out his hand. “I’ll show you.”
We walked down a flight of stairs and into a bathroom tucked at the end of a long hall.
“The best thing about this place is the tub.”
What he called a tub looked to me like a miniature grotto. I reached out, running a hand over the rough, tan exterior. It felt like hardened sand. Gideon leaned down, pressed a button on the wall. Pale-blue light filtered down from the ceiling. “This button controls the lights, the other buttons control the
My head hurt. My eyes hurt. Hell, it all hurt. I looked around, tried to get my bearings, but I didn’t recognize the bedroom I was in. I peeled the covers back and looked down at the green, four-leaf-clover T-shirt I was wearing, and then I realized where I was—at Gideon’s place. I walked to the window, pushed the curtains aside, and looked out, finding myself on a very high level of a building, possibly a hotel.
I vaguely recalled a conversation I’d had with Rae the night before, sometime after I left Gideon’s house. I couldn’t recall the finer details, but visual images of Hollywood A-list actor Terrence Knight kept running through my mind.
Too afraid to tiptoe out of the bedroom I was in, I tried for answers a simpler way. I removed my cell phone from the bed and texted Rae. She responded within seconds, filling in the details from the previous night.
I tossed my phone to the side and looked around, now noticing a glass of water resting on top of the dresser, along with two pieces of toast. I walked over, tried a piece of the toast, soon realizing my body wasn’t ready for food just yet. From the other side of the bedroom door, I heard something. Breathing.
“I can hear you,” I stated.
“It’s Gideon.” He poked his head in. “Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you’re up.”
“I need to go home. My kids were having a sleepover last night, but they need to be picked up.”
He was dressed like he was due in court. “Now?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Rae picked up the kids already. She told me to tell you she’s taking them for a play date today, so there’s no rush.”
She did, did she?
“I’m not sure what happened last night, or how I ended up in what I assume is your shirt, but I’d like to forget it. All of it.”
“Everything? Are you sure?”
He stifled a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Do you even remember coming here last night?”
“Maybe.”
“You don’t, do you?”
“Why does it matter?” I laughed. “It’s not like we had sex or anything.”
I may have spoken too hastily. I considered the facts.
One, my clothes were nowhere in sight.
Two, I was wearing his shirt and nothing else.
One plus one did equal a possible escapade.
I covered my mouth with a hand. “Did we do anything last night?”
“It’s a good thing we didn’t,” he winked. “I might be offended if you didn’t remember.”
“It’s all a bit foggy. I’m not even sure how I got here.”
Gideon gave me the highlights, running down the last twelve hours.
“Why did you come to the club after I left your house?” I asked.
“You were angry when you left. I wanted to talk, clear the air if I could.”
“I don’t remember us talking about anything. Did we?”
“We did not.”
“Do you want to talk now?”
“I have a meeting, or I would.” He walked over, pressed a silver key into the palm of my hand. It dangled from a leather keychain that had the words “Porsche” embossed on it. “There’s a car parked out front. Use it to get home. I’ll arrange to have it picked up later. In the bottom drawer of the dresser, there are some gym shorts. They might drown you, but they’re all I have.”
He backed away.
“You’re leaving?” I asked. “Now?”
“I’m sorry. I’d like to stay. There is one thing you should take advantage of before you go though.”
“What?”
He held out his hand. “I’ll show you.”
We walked down a flight of stairs and into a bathroom tucked at the end of a long hall.
“The best thing about this place is the tub.”
What he called a tub looked to me like a miniature grotto. I reached out, running a hand over the rough, tan exterior. It felt like hardened sand. Gideon leaned down, pressed a button on the wall. Pale-blue light filtered down from the ceiling. “This button controls the lights, the other buttons control the
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