dead weight towards the laundry. There was plenty of floor space in there and no foot traffic—perfect for keeping his drunken arse out of sight too.
“Lie wiff me.” He wasn’t just slurring his words, he was sloshing them.
She tried to ignore the drool now covering her face, but between that and his clumsy attempts to land his mouth on hers, Lil was close to dropping him where they stood. Serve him right if the wait staff walked over him. They’d made it to the doorway and Lil reached out to open the door, but Aaron shifted in her grasp, making a valiant effort to grope her breasts, and they lost balance as she dodged his clammy grip. The door handle turned in her hand and they both went down as it opened. Hard.
A renting sound filled the air as her dress split at the seam. Lillian cursed. The dress was one of her favourites. Aaron would be compensating her for it as soon as he was sober. Right now though, she had to worry about getting him off her. She’d taken the brunt of the fall, her shoulder and side connecting with the ceramic tiles with a bone-bruising thump before Aaron’s dead weight landed on her. It was hard to believe the red-faced drunk on top of her was one of Australia’s favourite television hosts. Lillian pushed against his chest and attempted to shove him off. He didn’t budge. All she got for her trouble was agony.
Her side throbbed and her left arm shook, a pain shooting up into her shoulder when she tried to put some strength behind her push. Aaron lay still, a dead weight flattening her breasts and squeezing the breath from her lungs. She wiggled around to shift him to the side and a glimpse of his face told her why getting him off proved so hard. He’d passed out, either from the alcohol he’d consumed or a bump to the head. Lil assumed it was the alcohol since she’d broken his fall, and the only place his skull had come in contact with was her nicely padded chest.
Lil turned her head to see if anyone had come over, but the laundry door was tucked around a section of wall and they’d landed inside the utility room. So unless somebody saw them fall, no one could see them from the kitchen area. She took another stab at shoving Aaron off, but he’d fallen in such a way that his body pinned down her non-injured shoulder and draped across her diagonally, his thick middle resting on her sore hip. No matter which way she moved, her left side pounded with sharp stabs of pain. Sucking in as deep a breath as she could, she gave it one more go. Lil’s eyes stung with tears as fire shot from wrist to shoulder and her arm gave out.
She sank her teeth into her lip to stifle the agonised cry from leaving her throat. Gasping for air, she struggled to breathe through the painful waves. Eventually, they eased off until there was no more than a dull ache beating at her side. Resigned to the fact she wouldn’t be able to move Aaron on her own, Lil gave in and opened her mouth to yell for help. But Aaron’s weight disappeared before she made a sound. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lungs finally filled to the brim with oxygen.
“Lilli?”
Lil opened her eyes to see Mac’s face swimming above her.
“Are you all right?”
She was vaguely aware of his hands running all over her.
“Talk to me!”
Her lips curled in a small smile. Mac cared.
“Dammit. Don’t just lie there grinning. Answer me!”
“Okay.” She licked her dry lips, swallowed to coat her parched throat. “I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay.” Mac’s hand slid up her side. “Fucking Christ! Your dress is torn. What the hell did he do to you?”
Lil tried to sit, only to have Mac press on her sore shoulder to keep her down.
“Argh…” She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes against the dull pain. The only thing she could think was Aaron would be a dead man if anything was broken.
“Jesus.” Mac ran his hands over her shoulder and down her arm, his fingers probing gently as he searched for serious injury.
“Lie wiff me.” He wasn’t just slurring his words, he was sloshing them.
She tried to ignore the drool now covering her face, but between that and his clumsy attempts to land his mouth on hers, Lil was close to dropping him where they stood. Serve him right if the wait staff walked over him. They’d made it to the doorway and Lil reached out to open the door, but Aaron shifted in her grasp, making a valiant effort to grope her breasts, and they lost balance as she dodged his clammy grip. The door handle turned in her hand and they both went down as it opened. Hard.
A renting sound filled the air as her dress split at the seam. Lillian cursed. The dress was one of her favourites. Aaron would be compensating her for it as soon as he was sober. Right now though, she had to worry about getting him off her. She’d taken the brunt of the fall, her shoulder and side connecting with the ceramic tiles with a bone-bruising thump before Aaron’s dead weight landed on her. It was hard to believe the red-faced drunk on top of her was one of Australia’s favourite television hosts. Lillian pushed against his chest and attempted to shove him off. He didn’t budge. All she got for her trouble was agony.
Her side throbbed and her left arm shook, a pain shooting up into her shoulder when she tried to put some strength behind her push. Aaron lay still, a dead weight flattening her breasts and squeezing the breath from her lungs. She wiggled around to shift him to the side and a glimpse of his face told her why getting him off proved so hard. He’d passed out, either from the alcohol he’d consumed or a bump to the head. Lil assumed it was the alcohol since she’d broken his fall, and the only place his skull had come in contact with was her nicely padded chest.
Lil turned her head to see if anyone had come over, but the laundry door was tucked around a section of wall and they’d landed inside the utility room. So unless somebody saw them fall, no one could see them from the kitchen area. She took another stab at shoving Aaron off, but he’d fallen in such a way that his body pinned down her non-injured shoulder and draped across her diagonally, his thick middle resting on her sore hip. No matter which way she moved, her left side pounded with sharp stabs of pain. Sucking in as deep a breath as she could, she gave it one more go. Lil’s eyes stung with tears as fire shot from wrist to shoulder and her arm gave out.
She sank her teeth into her lip to stifle the agonised cry from leaving her throat. Gasping for air, she struggled to breathe through the painful waves. Eventually, they eased off until there was no more than a dull ache beating at her side. Resigned to the fact she wouldn’t be able to move Aaron on her own, Lil gave in and opened her mouth to yell for help. But Aaron’s weight disappeared before she made a sound. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lungs finally filled to the brim with oxygen.
“Lilli?”
Lil opened her eyes to see Mac’s face swimming above her.
“Are you all right?”
She was vaguely aware of his hands running all over her.
“Talk to me!”
Her lips curled in a small smile. Mac cared.
“Dammit. Don’t just lie there grinning. Answer me!”
“Okay.” She licked her dry lips, swallowed to coat her parched throat. “I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay.” Mac’s hand slid up her side. “Fucking Christ! Your dress is torn. What the hell did he do to you?”
Lil tried to sit, only to have Mac press on her sore shoulder to keep her down.
“Argh…” She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes against the dull pain. The only thing she could think was Aaron would be a dead man if anything was broken.
“Jesus.” Mac ran his hands over her shoulder and down her arm, his fingers probing gently as he searched for serious injury.
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