Regan James turned her cheek into the soft silk of the pillowcase. Her head throbbed and she squeezed her eyes closed, willing sleep to return. She had a huge day ahead and wasn’t looking forward to facing the bathroom in this seedy motel room. Another half hour of sleep and she’d force herself to climb out of bed and make a start. She burrowed further into the soft pillow and let her head sink into the feather soft silkiness--
What the…? Silk?
Regan lifted her head and opened one eye. Her stomach roiled and she swallowed, fighting back the urge to throw up, when the contents of her stomach rose to her throat. Fuck, she couldn’t even remember coming home or getting into bed.
When her stomach stopped churning, she turned her eyes to the pillow.
Yep, it’s silk. Pale green silk that matched the drapes across the other side of the huge room.
A luxurious room. Nothing like the two bit dive she’d checked into yesterday afternoon when she’d flown in from Bali.
Holy fuck, where the hell am I? Raising a shaking hand, Regan covered her eyes as the throbbing in her head intensified. A lost night and a hangover from one drink? Impossible. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember last night.
She’d gone to the waterfront to check out the Midas, the luxury motor cruiser she’d applied to work on. A guy at the bar had tried to hit on her. She’d ignored him, sipped her wine and looked out over the bay at the huge white cruiser. The last thing she could recall was thinking about the job interview. Hoping against hope she got the job. If not she’d have to ask Gracie for a loan until the scholarship money came through. And Regan would only do that as a last resort. Her little sister had bailed her out too many times before. Regan had changed and it was time for a new start.
Today. One o’clock. All her hopes hung on that one interview.
Money was going to be tight until she got to Sydney, enrolled in her university course and picked up her scholarship, so she was going to have to slum it for a few nights. She’d lined up some work for the next month until the semester started…or hoped she had. The interview today hopefully would seal that for her.
Drawing a deep breath in through her dry mouth, Regan opened her eyes to the bright light filling this strange room.
Water. Painkillers. She needed both before she could even think about leaving. Leaving wherever I am. A cold feeling snaked through her chest as the thought of kidnapping briefly ran through her mind. She rolled over and drew in another breath in relief as her silk camisole slipped on the silk sheet beneath her.
At least I’ve got clothes on. Regan looked around as the pain in her head lessened.
Where am I and how did I end up here? But there was no sound apart from the quiet hum of the air conditioner.
Thank goodness. At least there was no one in bed beside her. And the panties that matched the silk camisole were still in place covering her butt. Regan’s hair dropped in a curtain across her face, blocking the light as she pushed herself up to lean against the soft padded bed head.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. And she didn’t even need a kiss.”
No. God, no.Please no.
Regan knew that deep, sexy voice; she’d know it anywhere. She’d heard it in her dreams often enough over the last year. The sick feeling slammed back as she slowly turned her head to the doorway on the opposite side of the room.
Rod Carruthers stood there. Tall. Broad shouldered. Jet black hair, his face more deeply tanned than when she’d last seen him just over a year ago. His bare, muscled chest was covered in water droplets, a white towel slung low over his hips, hinting at what was beneath. Regan lifted her eyes to meet the sardonic expression of the man she’d run away from.
“Still sleeping around, Regs?” The disdain in his voice tore at her gut, worse than the sickness that was still roiling away in there. Regan fought down the solid lump that seemed to have lodged in her throat. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and glared at the one and only man she’d ever loved.
“Still rescuing damsels in distress, Rod? Or kidnapping them?” She flicked a casual hand around to the luxurious room. “Now tell me, how the fuck did I get here?”
Rod pushed himself away from the door, and Regan narrowed her eyes, ignoring the response of her traitorous body. It might have taken a year but she was over him.
Her body needed to listen to her heart. What they’d had was good, but it had burned into ashes when he’d doubted her. Just another man who couldn’t be trusted; she should have known that from the very beginning, despite him saying he loved her. Just like a man, he’d conveniently turned the tables and blamed her for what had happened.
“I figured someone had to save you from yourself.” Rod knotted the towel more firmly around his hips as he strolled over to the bed.
“I had one drink.” Regan fought to hold her gaze on his face, and not drop her eyes to the body that had taken her to heaven and back for six months. Although staring at his mouth was just as bad. But rather than seeking to give her pleasure, his lips were now curled up into a sneer.
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