Page 15 of Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 8

Dee

Aloud pounding sounded at the front door. It was nothing compared to the pounding in my head. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, one at a time. It was as if they were super-glued shut.

The pounding at the door persisted. And then the doorbell rang again and again. The banging and chiming were making my headache feel worse, if worse was possible.

Slowly, I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was home, but I had no recollection of how I got here. The blinding sunlight that was filtering through the window was my only clue that it was early morning. I rubbed my throbbing temples and, after swallowing, discovered how parched my throat was. In a word, I felt like shit.

“Dee-Dee, open up,” shouted a familiar voice. “I can’t find my key.” It was my sister, Lulu.

Draping the afghan over my shoulders, I made it to my feet and staggered to the front door. At the sight of my sister still dressed in a halter-top and skin-tight jeans with her mane of hair in just fucked mode, the fog that clouded my mind began to lift. Panic set in.

“Brock was amazing!” she spewed as she made her way into the house we shared. “We fucked all night long. You wouldn’t believe all the insane positions. And you should see his apartment. It’s a penthouse on the Wilshire Corridor. I think he’s loaded in more ways than one.” Tossing her bag on the couch, she asked, “Did you get laid?”

Her question made my blood run cold. Oh God! Did I? I didn’t know. My mouth couldn’t form words.

“Brock’s friend Drake was really into you. That kiss must have made the Guinness Book of Records. The longest kiss ever!”

“We kissed?” My voice quivered.

“Twice,” replied my sister with a big grin.

Oh, Geez! How many margaritas had I drunk? What else had I done?

“How did I get home?”

“Drake gave you a ride in his car. You were pretty snockered.” She sauntered in the direction of the kitchen. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee, okay?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” I mumbled as I futilely searched my fuzzy mind for any clue of what had happened after Drake drove me home. Though I was still fully clothed, that didn’t prove anything. A shudder rippled through me as Lulu returned with two mugs of much needed coffee.

“So, did you get laid?” my persistent sister asked again, handing me one of the steaming mugs.

The tantalizing aroma of the strong brew awakened my senses and just one caffeinated sip erased the stale taste in my mouth. It did not, however, restore my memory of last night.

“I don’t know,” I murmured as she plopped down on the couch where I’d slept. And fucked Drake?

Lulu rolled her eyes. “Well, I sure hope you did. He’s hot as shit. Are you going to see him again?”

Fortifying myself with a deep breath, I just blurted it out. “Lulu, he’s my new boss.”

About to take a sip of her coffee, Lulu froze. “Whoa!”

“Yeah…whoa. How am I going to face him?”

Pensively, Lulu sipped her coffee and then looked up at me. “You’re just going to be yourself. Trust me, he really liked you. And if he did screw you, he’s going to like you more.”

I processed her words. So much of me wanted to crawl into bed and stay under the covers for the rest of my life. But I couldn’t afford to lose my job. I needed the money and temporary jobs were hard to come by.

“What time is it?” I asked with resignation.

My eyes stayed on her as she pulled her cell phone out from her jeans pocket.

“It’s five after nine.”

“Oh shit! I’m late for work. And I need a ride.” Wait! Maybe I should just call in sick. The thought of having to face my gorgeous boss after all that might have transpired last night sent a shiver down my spine. Dread filled every crevice of my body.

“Did you tell him about Tyson?” asked my sister as I trudged to the bathroom to shower.