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“So, you’re alive then,” the woman on the other side of the door said.
Rubbing my eye to remove the blur of confusion, I looked at her from head to toe. Nice legs in navy blue pantyhose, a skirt that loved her hips, and a shirt that wasn’t completely buttoned up.
“Do I know you?” I asked, wondering if it was a woman who I fucked before who didn’t get the memo.
She grinned. “Wow, you don’t remember anything, do you?”
“Gwen, hurry up! It’s getting late,” another voice yelled as they honked their horn. Sounded like another woman.
“Give me a second,” she yelled back before turning to me as I tried to peer through the darkness at the vehicles parked in my driveway.
“You were quite the damsel in distress at Lion’s Bar earlier,” she said. “If it weren’t for us, you probably wouldn’t be here. Just wanted to swing by to make sure you were okay.”
That’s right. The last thing I remembered was going to Lion’s Bar and having a chat with the pretty boy bartender before waking up here. As a matter of fact…
The rumbling in my stomach had me rushing from my door toward the closest bathroom, leaving the pretty stranger standing in my doorway.
“Oof!” she yelled at my departing back. “Looks about right. You should have a nasty hangover,” she said. Her voice was muffled over the roar of the monster being released from my stomach as I hung my head over the toilet seat. Fuck. It felt like my entire soul was being pulled out of my body as I rocked from the full force of the constant hurling.
“Guys, looks like it’s going to be a minute,” the stranger at the door yelled.
“Aww, come on! He’ll be all right. We’ve done our part. Let’s go,” another voice said.
Heels clicked across the dark wooden floors of my living room and soon, another set of heels joined those. Before I could protest and tell the strangers to leave my house, another wave of sickness overtook me.
“What are you doing?” someone whispered.
“Preparing myself in case he’s a crazy psycho or something,” the voice responded. “Libby, put the mace away,” the original voice, Gwen I think, said.
“Yeah. No. If he comes out of there and attacks us, you’ll be thanking me,” Libby responded.
My brain rattled with the need to remind the strangers that they were inmyhouse and if anyone should be macing anyone, it should be me. The nerve of these people. But after the ordeal my body just went through, I was hot, sticky, and smelly. My ego took precedence over logic as I locked my bathroom door—with the latch—and made my way into the shower.
Minutes later, a thousand times fresher, and my mouth tasting a million times better, I left the bathroom with a towel around my waist and marched into the living room. “Look, I don’t know who you guys are, but you need to get the hell out of my house,” I said, pointing toward the front door.
“Ungrateful bast…” one of the women said, looking up at me before her words were cut off by the sight of a ghost; apparently, she was frozen. But since her eyes never left me, the ghost must have been me standing before them in a white towel.
And going by the look in her eyes, it seemed she had a thing for ghosts.
“Damn,” she said. “You look a lot better when you’re not drunk out of your mind.” She ran her hand down the lapel of her shirt. It seemed unconscious on her part, but it brought my attention to the fullness of her breasts beneath her crisp, white, long-sleeved shirt.
All six of the women sitting on my lavish couch were brunettes, dressed similarly in half suits.
“Are you going to be okay, or do you think you need to see a doctor?” the one who must have been Gwen said.
In the light of my living room, I could see her blue eyes against dark lashes on a rounder face with two deep dimples on either side of her cheeks. She was cute. Pretty. Okay, she was hot. So were the rest of her friends and by the looks of it, they thought I was quite the looker since they hadn’t taken their eyes off my body.
But I was trying to change and sleeping with crazies who thought they had the freedom to walk into my house uninvited was definitely not the best idea. Yet, I still needed a distraction. I’d always need a distraction from Tiffany and the shit my selfishness with her caused.
“Who did you say you were again?” I asked her.
She smiled and approached me with an outstretched hand. “I’m Gwen,” she said.
It was a formal and distant handshake. It meant she wasn’t trying to schmooze herself into my house for some sinister reason. Perhaps her concern was genuine. Definitely added to the attraction factor.
“That’s Libby, Sandra, Fiona, Sally, and Margaret,” she said.
Older names though a few of them didn’t look their age. And the ones that did were still pretty hot.
