Chapter 5
“Good afternoon,” he drawled. “How’re you doing?”
“Thank you so much.” I wondered for a second if I was getting my words backassward. I continued anyway. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I can repay you. I’m really sorry. Thank you. Thank you.” I looked down since he was staring at me with rapt attention.
I was still naked. My hands went to cover my junk, but it occurred to me that he’d obviously seen all of me. So what was the point? Instead, I stood as tall as I could, given the hangover headache. I probably looked like I was facing a firing squad.
“Thanks. I owe you big time.”
“Yeah, not really.” He put the magazine on the coffee table in front of him. He stood, making me flinch back and hang onto the wall. “You don’t look like you feel so good. How about something to drink?”
“Water?” my reedy voice pleaded. “Coffee?”
He gave me the once-over, a little smile hanging around his lips and eyes.