June (Calendar Girl #6) by Audrey Carlan Page B

eyes nothing but dark ponds of lust. “You’re awake.” He grinned wide and stood. I gripped the sheet and tugged it over my chest.
    “What are you doing here and why the fuck were you touching me?”
    Aaron rotated his shoulders, letting his suit jacket slip off his shoulders. Then he folded it and set it neatly on the bench at the foot of the bed. The rational side of my mind wasn’t working properly after a night of drinking and a dream involving making love to Wes.
    “Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” His tone was a sneer. “I heard you moaning, sighing, licking those sweet lips”—he tugged the knot of his tie and loosened it—“rubbing your legs together wantonly as if you were ready to be taken. I have to admit it was enticing as hell.” Tie removed, he set it on his jacket and then proceeded to open the buttons of his shirt.
    I blinked a few times trying to clear the cobwebs. “What are you doing?” His shirt lay open, exposing a broad chest, chiseled abs, and a smattering of hair. If I wasn’t so confused about what was going on, and half asleep—not to mention the double dose of hangover I had going—I’d have reacted much more quickly.
    With his shirt open wide, he placed a knee on the bed and my eyes widened. “I had a meeting to attend to with Father, but he was busy. Needed a few minutes. He continued to crawl along the bed. “Thought I’d be a good son and check in on our guest.” Aaron caged me in, arms on each side of my hips. “To my delight, you were thrashing around in bed, naked, clearly needing something to assuage the tension I could plainly see in your body.” He ran a finger along my arm, from my shoulder to my wrist, where I still held the sheet, and I shivered but not in excitement.
    “Aaron“—my voice shook and his eyes narrowed—“I’m not feeling well. Your father and I drank too much last night. I need to sleep it off. You shouldn’t have come in my room without knocking.”
    He leaned close and ran his nose along my hairline inhaling my scent. Goosebumps rose along each pore and the warning bells blared loudly. “I knocked. You didn’t answer.”
    “Because I was asleep.”
    “I know, but now you’re not. Now you’re very much awake and very naked. I think we should do something about that.” His lips came down and pressed into the skin of my neck. “Mmm, you taste sweet. Like pure honey.”
    Pure honey.
    I swallowed hard as the vomit rose from my gut and up my esophagus. If he didn’t move I’d throw up on him, which would serve him right for the stunt he’d pulled. I pushed hard against his chest, falling out of the bed where I barely reached the trash can next to the desk and threw up my breakfast.
    “Jesus, you really are sick.” Disgust was thick in his tone.
    He didn’t even try to assist me as I heaved into the can, gagging and coughing. I heard the sound of clothes rustling and I could only hope he was putting his back on.
    “Kathleen!” Aaron bellowed. “Kathleen, come here. Mia’s sick.” He continued to holler, the noise piercing my already tender brain.
    A clacking noise started out far away and then got closer as Kathleen, in her prim heels, rushed into the room. “Oh goodness gracious. Mia, you poor dear.”
    Her cool hands on my back were comforting and welcome. Quite the opposite of the way Aaron had touched me, uninvited.
    “Handle her. I’ll be with Father. Until next time, Mia.” He said coolly leaving the room. I gagged again. After several minutes of dry heaves, Kathleen helped me up and into the shower.
    “Sweet girl. I’m worried you’ve got alcohol poisoning. Perhaps I should take you to acute care.”
    I shook my head. “I don’t have medical coverage.” Actually, I might have coverage now that I worked for my Aunt Millie. I’d have to check. Either way, I was not going to the hospital from drinking too much. “It’s okay. Sleep, water, and food is what’s going to fix this problem. That and