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remembered was meeting Kevin at the club last night and enjoying dancing and talking with him. After that, everything else was a total blank. What was Alex doing sitting in a chair in her bedroom like he had every right to be there? And why was she in bed wearing only her slip?
She watched as he leaned forward in the chair, still holding her gaze. Then he said, “You were drugged last night.”
She blinked, not certain she had heard him correctly. “What?”
“I said you were drugged. That guy you met at that club drugged you.”
She bristled at his words, refusing to believe what he said. She knew how to protect herself from such a thing happening. Her brothers had pretty much drilled her on the rules countless times. She knew not to accept drinks from people she didn’t know, she opened any containers herself, she kept her drink with her at all times, she didn’t share drinks, and she didn’t drink anything that tasted or smelled strange. So what was Alex talking about?
She stiffened her spine and glared over at him. “That’s impossible. Kevin could not have drugged me.”
Alex was out of the chair in a flash and in her face in an instant. She saw the line of angry fire in the eyes locked with hers. “That bastard drugged you!” he said, and the anger in his voice matched that in his eyes. “And he bragged about it to one of his friends and even admitted it to me right before I kicked his ass.”
His words hit Christy like a ton of bricks. None of what Alex was alleging made sense. “Listen, Alex, I—”
“No, you listen. I followed you to that damn club, and it’s a good thing I did. I walked into the men’s room while he was bragging to one of his friends about setting you up for the night by giving you a date rape drug. After giving him a behind whipping that he won’t forget, I had a hell of a time getting you out of the club without causing a scene. The drug had already begun taking effect. You wanted to dance, so we danced, and then you almost killed the both of us when I was taking you home and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
Christy was hearing his words, but she had a hard time believing them. “How did I get in bed?” she asked; her mind and thoughts were getting more confused by the second.
“I put you to bed.”
She leaned up and brought her face even closer to his. Her glare deepened. “You undressed me! How dare you!”
“Dammit, I dared all right. But all I did was remove your clothes and panty hose. You did the rest yourself.” He blinked, trying not to focus on that incredible mouth of hers that was too dangerously close to his.
Christy dropped back down in bed. Hearing what Alex was saying was too much. Could it be true? She looked back up at him. He was mad, madder than she had ever seen him before, even madder than he’d been that night he had kissed her three years ago. She had to think. What if what he was saying was true? She lowered her head, not wanting to think of what could have happened to her.
She slowly raised her head and met Alex’s intense gaze. She could tell he was still mad. Although she didn’t remember anything, she had to admit that what he was saying made sense; otherwise they wouldn’t be having this conversation. What other reason could there be for him to be here in her bedroom with her? And why would she be feeling like she had a hangover this morning? She had known Alex a long time—all of her life—and she knew he had no reason to lie about what he was telling her.
“What drug was it?” she asked quietly. An article on date rape had been one of the first pieces she had done for the Houston Chronicle , so she was familiar with them, especially the most popular three on the streets.
“Ketamine.”
“Oh God,” she said softly, covering her face with her hands. Ketamine was a favorite with some men because it was known to make a woman have intense sexual cravings to the point where she became the aggressor.
She
She watched as he leaned forward in the chair, still holding her gaze. Then he said, “You were drugged last night.”
She blinked, not certain she had heard him correctly. “What?”
“I said you were drugged. That guy you met at that club drugged you.”
She bristled at his words, refusing to believe what he said. She knew how to protect herself from such a thing happening. Her brothers had pretty much drilled her on the rules countless times. She knew not to accept drinks from people she didn’t know, she opened any containers herself, she kept her drink with her at all times, she didn’t share drinks, and she didn’t drink anything that tasted or smelled strange. So what was Alex talking about?
She stiffened her spine and glared over at him. “That’s impossible. Kevin could not have drugged me.”
Alex was out of the chair in a flash and in her face in an instant. She saw the line of angry fire in the eyes locked with hers. “That bastard drugged you!” he said, and the anger in his voice matched that in his eyes. “And he bragged about it to one of his friends and even admitted it to me right before I kicked his ass.”
His words hit Christy like a ton of bricks. None of what Alex was alleging made sense. “Listen, Alex, I—”
“No, you listen. I followed you to that damn club, and it’s a good thing I did. I walked into the men’s room while he was bragging to one of his friends about setting you up for the night by giving you a date rape drug. After giving him a behind whipping that he won’t forget, I had a hell of a time getting you out of the club without causing a scene. The drug had already begun taking effect. You wanted to dance, so we danced, and then you almost killed the both of us when I was taking you home and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
Christy was hearing his words, but she had a hard time believing them. “How did I get in bed?” she asked; her mind and thoughts were getting more confused by the second.
“I put you to bed.”
She leaned up and brought her face even closer to his. Her glare deepened. “You undressed me! How dare you!”
“Dammit, I dared all right. But all I did was remove your clothes and panty hose. You did the rest yourself.” He blinked, trying not to focus on that incredible mouth of hers that was too dangerously close to his.
Christy dropped back down in bed. Hearing what Alex was saying was too much. Could it be true? She looked back up at him. He was mad, madder than she had ever seen him before, even madder than he’d been that night he had kissed her three years ago. She had to think. What if what he was saying was true? She lowered her head, not wanting to think of what could have happened to her.
She slowly raised her head and met Alex’s intense gaze. She could tell he was still mad. Although she didn’t remember anything, she had to admit that what he was saying made sense; otherwise they wouldn’t be having this conversation. What other reason could there be for him to be here in her bedroom with her? And why would she be feeling like she had a hangover this morning? She had known Alex a long time—all of her life—and she knew he had no reason to lie about what he was telling her.
“What drug was it?” she asked quietly. An article on date rape had been one of the first pieces she had done for the Houston Chronicle , so she was familiar with them, especially the most popular three on the streets.
“Ketamine.”
“Oh God,” she said softly, covering her face with her hands. Ketamine was a favorite with some men because it was known to make a woman have intense sexual cravings to the point where she became the aggressor.
She
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