It took her over a half hour to get some kind of response from him and for a while she had worried that he had died from too much booze. No, just way too drunk to get the message that someone was shaking him and trying to get him to come back to reality. When he rolled onto his back, she saw that he was indeed as good looking as any man she had ever met, and when he opened his eyes, she felt like she was looking into eyes as dark as a moonless night and was in danger of falling away into space. His smile was killer.
“Oh, so we meet at last virgin ice queen, your sister said you were a knock out, but I wasn’t sure I believed her.” Again that accent, she knew her sister was an Anglophile, but where in hell had she met these guys?
He was as full of shit as she thought he was. “Sure, well you’ve met me; now get up and out of my bed okay?”
His smile reached his eyes, “Oh come on ice queen, don’t be so cold. At least let me wake up a little and have a cigarette. I drank too much waiting for your sister and the twins to decide it was time to leave, something about her wanting me to be a surprise for you. I don’t suppose you have any coffee do you?”
Despite her indignation, she had to admit he had balls. “There’s a Starbucks down the street, I don’t drink coffee and Fleur likes tea.”
As he sat up, he looked around and shook his head at all the soda bottles. “Gods, you actually drink diet soda, do you know how bad that stuff is for you? There are tests…I can show you documented research…”
She interuppted him before he started to sound like her father or one of the professors at the college she attended. “Hey, do I walk into your house and insult your tastes in food and drink? Don’t do it in mine, besides if I drink anything but it or water I end up vomiting.” She didn’t know why she had told him that, it wasn’t what she normally acted like.
Before he could respond, one of the guys came in the open door and presented them with two cups of Starbucks coffee, as well as packets of cream and sugar. “Fleur said she needed a chai this morning so I volunteered, straight but it is still Starbucks.”
The guy on her bed thanked him and took a long drink before looking at her. “Well, or were you serious that anything but that dietary disaster and water will make you vomit…?”
“I wasn’t lying,” she resented the implication that she had been. To prove her point she took a small drink, swallowed and waited. It wasn’t long before she was reaching for the wastebasket and throwing up not only the coffee but the remains of her dinner and the soda she had drank the night before. To make it worse the dry heaves after wards were empty but she couldn’t stop until she forced herself to. “Proof enough?”
“Bloody hell,” he looked in the wastebasket. “You haven’t eaten much lately have you? That looks like nothing but wilted lettuce and a few veggies…not even any kind of salad dressing.”
“What are you some, kind of food researcher? And you’re right, a veggie salad with no dressing.” She wiped her face and reached for the bottle of water off her nightstand. “My shrink says I have some kind of mental block against anything that contains any kind of calories. Not that it helps me lose any kind of weight or even make me unhealthy. I haven’t lost or gained a pound since I turned sixteen; two years ago.” She had actually stayed a size sixteen since she was fourteen and it showed no sign of changing in the near future.