Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(13)

“Welcome to the champagne bar, what can I get you?” she smiled, her hands pressing against the high gloss worktop.

“Just a glass of Champagne please.”

“Any one in particular?” One of her brows raised.

“I’m not fussy.” I smiled back, but saying that, my credit card might be.

She gave me a curt nod as she turned on her heel and headed to the other side of the bar. I pulled my eyes from her and let them fall to my lap. I felt so out of my depth here, but I was hoping that once I started my job that things would fall into place. They had to right?

A beautiful crystal champagne glass was slid towards me.

“Oh, thank you.” I smiled, unzipping my tatty purse and pulling out my credit card.

“No need, the gentleman across the bar paid for it.” Her smile widened as her eyes moved to the handsome man that was sitting at the end of the bar. Holding up a crystal tumbler with an amber liquid in, his brown eyes penetrating through mine. My heart skipped a beat, my tummy flipping nervously.

I nodded shyly, then quickly turned my head, so I was facing forward again. I had already fucked up once tonight, I wasn’t going to do it again.

Bringing my glass to my lips I took a large mouthful, the bubbles fizzing on my tongue before popping.

It was delicious. After pulling the glass away, I licked my lips wanting to make sure I got every bit of it.

I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head, but I didn’t want to give in and look at him, because I was afraid if I did, I wouldn’t be able to pull my eyes from him.

Finishing the rest of the glass, I held it up to the bar lady who came tottering back over to me.

“He bought the bottle.” She beamed as she reached and grabbed the open bottle out of the fridge and poured me another glass.

My jaw fell laxed for a moment as I turned to face him, but as I did a blonde-haired woman ran her fingers over the top of his shoulders, gaining his attention. I couldn’t see her face, just her short, wavy blonde hair and her back. No doubt she was beautiful. He stood slowly, but not before his eyes found mine again. He smiled and winked at me before turning on his heel and walking out of the bar with his lady.

Of course, someone as handsome as him would have an even more beautiful woman on his arm.

I sighed, shaking my head from side to side before looking back at the bar lady.

“He left you this.” She handed me a small piece of headed note paper.

You looked like you needed a drink.

Enjoy it on me.

K x





I looked like I needed a drink?! To be honest, he wasn’t wrong. I looked like trash.

I gave the bar lady a weak smile.

“Thank you,” I muttered as I folded the note paper up and slipped it inside my pocket.

Cheers to me.

Knocking back the rest of my drink, I waited for my new bar lady friend to re-fill my glass.

This is exactly what I needed.

To get intoxicated to the point where I pass out.





CHAPTER 6





Oh.

My.

God.





Slapping my hand around for my phone, I couldn’t bear to open my eyes.

Now I get why they call them Champagne headaches. I have never had a headache like this.

After I finished my stranger’s bottle, I ordered another one. I was in good company. Me, my credit card and my champagne.

Ugh.

Rolling on my back, I clutched my phone in my fingers. I lifted my arm slowly, one of my eyes just about open as I looked at the screen. It was eleven am. I don’t think I came to bed until at least four. Who keeps a cocktail bar open all night? This hotel. That’s who.

I had no plans today, and to be honest, that’s the way I wanted to keep it. If I can get my hungover arse out of bed, I may go for a walk through Central Park, get a coffee and just sit for a while. Sometimes it’s nice to disconnect yourself from the world for a while and listen to the birds singing, the children laughing, the trees softly dancing in the light breeze as the leaves rustle together. Sighing I dropped my phone into the duvet. I lay for a moment, my eyes pinned to the ceiling as I replayed the evening over and over in my head.

First off, Colt. What was I thinking?

Alcohol. That’s what I was thinking.

First one night stand and it was awful. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have a connection with him? Because isn’t sex meant to be between two people that love each other?

I was disgusted with myself.

Even thinking about last night was making my stomach roll with nausea.

Those thoughts were soon replaced with the mysterious K.

He was so beautifully and tragically handsome. His sharp and chiselled jaw line. The light brushing of dark stubble that surrounded his plump, bow lips. His hazel brown eyes that seemed so deep I wanted to dive into them and lose myself. The sun kissed glow of his skin that looked flawless. The thought of running my fingers across his skin, just to see if it felt as good as it looked.

My lips parted as my mind wandered away. I didn’t even know who he was. Just knew that his name began with a K, or did it?

But it didn’t matter how he looked or how I got the tingles all over my skin at just the thought of him. He was clearly with someone.

And I was no home wrecker.

He was just being kind. He no doubt took one look at me and thought what a poor unfortunate girl. Clearly out of her depth in a stunning hotel that was being loaded onto an already heavy credit card.