The persistent buzz of the phone finally pulled Erin from sleep. Raising her head from the pillow, she squinted at the morning sunlight pouring through the windows, and winced when the motion set off a pounding headache.
“Hell.”
Erin groaned, the inside of her mouth the consistency of cotton wool. How many glasses of wine had she drank last night? She searched her memory but came up blank. Her brain was probably still asleep.
The phone rang again, the sound extraordinarily loud and painful. Erin winced and groped for the offending object.
“What?” She snapped into the receiver.
“Have you seen the paper this morning?” Nicky went straight to the point. Something in her cousin’s tone made Erin frown.
“No,” Erin pulled herself up, careful not to jolt her head too much. “I just woke up. What’s in it?”
Nicky paused for a moment, and Erin could feel waves of disapproval even through the phone.
“It’s not something easily explained over the phone,” she said slowly, “You should see it for yourself.”
That caught Erin’s attention. What on earth could be in the paper that Nicky could not tell her over the phone? A sliver of apprehension ran through her.
“Nicky,” She began slowly, brushing clumps of hair away from her face. “What could be so bad in there that you can’t tell me now?”
“Trust me Erin, you need to read it for yourself. Read the Enquirer and call me when you have.” Nicky ended the call, leaving Erin staring at the phone in confusion.
What was all the mystery for, and why did Nicky sound so disapproving? She pushed off the covers and swung her legs over the side, groaning when the headache intensified and the room spun for a second.
Damn hangover.
The unsettling events of last night came back in a rush and Erin fought the urge to just crawl back into bed, pull the covers over her head and fall back into oblivion. Shame and anger battled within her – shame at the wanton way she had allowed herself to fall for Ethan’s mind games.
She was still pissed at his stupid need to prove she was attracted to him. Her cheeks burned as she recalled the wanton way she had kissed him, even going so far as to –
Shaking her head to clear the reminder of her stupidity, she rose on unsteady legs, heading to the bathroom.
She avoided looking in the mirror as she peed, not wanting to see the reflection of the wanton, silly creature from last night. Business done, she stumbled back to the bedroom, muttering a curse as her right foot kicked an empty bottle of wine out of the way.
Story of my life. Kiss like a fool, drink like a fish to try and drown out the foolishness.
Perched on the edge of the bed, she picked up the receiver to the hotel intercom and ordered for breakfast and a copy of The Enquirer. While she waited, she slipped off the silk nightie she’d worn to bed and headed back to the bathroom, with the intent of taking a shower.
The steaming water helped ease her pounding head and soothe muscles she had no idea were tense. Wrapped up in a fluffy towel, while she vigorously dried her wet hair with another, she wandered into the sitting room, crossing to the kitchenette to start coffee.
Steaming cup cradled in both hands, she flopped down on the couch, just as a knock sounded on the front door.
“The door’s open.” Erin called out. It was probably one of the hotel maids with the paper she’d asked for.
“Well. I must say this is quite an entertaining view.”
Erin jumped in shock at the voice. She spun around to face the doorway, eyes wide as saucers.
Ethan stood framed in the doorway, a smug smile on his face even as his eyes swept over her- a slow languid look that set Erin’s cheeks aflame, reminding her she was entirely naked under that flimsy towel.
Still, she gathered her wits enough to give him a frosty look.
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment? Who let you up?”
She would give that employee such a telling off once she was rid of Ethan.
Ethan raised an eyebrow in mock query, lips curved in an amused smile.
“You’re not happy to see me, Sweetcheeks?” He drawled, leaning against the doorway, arms folded across his chest. Erin’s eyes were drawn to the ripple of muscles in his biceps, straining against a tight white t-shirt.
“Pity, I was hoping for a warmer reception. Though I daresay, I like the view just fine.”
Erin gritted her teeth in frustration, the headache returning in full force. Why couldn’t he go torment someone else? Now he made it seem as though she’d known he was coming and had deliberately dressed in only a towel in an attempt to seduce him. The very idea was preposterous.
She’d sooner seduce a dragon.
He was dressed in gym clothes, gray sweatpants over that tight white tee that hugged his body like a second skin, giving her an unobstructed view of well-toned muscles and perfectly sculpted abs. His hair was ruffled and damp from a recent shower. Even looking ultra casual, the evil man still looked like heavens gift to sex.
“Why are you here Ethan?” She forced out through clenched teeth.
He chuckled, straightening from the doorway and coming further into the room. He stopped a few paces from her and his eyes swept over the room, taking it all in.
“Nice palace,” he shot her a mocking smile. “Fit for a snobby little princess, isn’t it?”
“Ethan,” she snapped, already at the end of her patience. “State your business or get out. I’m not in the mood for your mind games today.”
“All in good time.” He lowered himself onto the white leather couch, making himself comfortable.
The new position offered him a better view of her bare legs and he stared at her, a blazing heat in his eyes. “Where is lover boy? I thought he would have come back later to spend the night? I would, if I were the one fucking you.”
Erin scoffed, trying desperately to ignore the bolt of heat that went straight to the area between her legs.
“My love life is none of your business,” she told him, crossing her arms under her breasts. “And as for fucking me? That will never happen.”
Hr grinned. A lazy, dangerous grin that reminded Erin of a large predator right before it pounced on its unwitting prey.
“Care to bet on that, Sweetcheeks?”
Erin reminded herself to remain on her guard. The man was as dangerous as a coiled viper, and whatever his intention for coming here, it certainly did not bode well for her peace of mind.
Another knock sounded at the door and heaving a breath in relief at the welcome interruption, Erin went to open it.
It was a messenger, this time with the newspaper she’d ordered.
“Thank you, Carlos.” She reached for her wallet lying on the table by the door and fished out a twenty dollar note. Pressing it into his palm, she took the paper without scanning it’s contents, very conscious of Ethan’s presence behind her.
“Thanks a lot, Ms. Gosling.” Carlos said, his freckled face beaming in pleasure. She murmured a reply and shut the door, tossing the paper aside. She would look at it later, when she somehow managed to get rid of Ethan.
Erin folded her arms across her bosom and turned back to face Ethan. To her chagrin, he was watching her through hooded lids that hid whatever expression she would have read in his eyes. Her pulse raced, heat waves setting her skin alight even as she felt her body quicken in response.
Dammit! She swore silently. Of all the ways to react to his presence, desire was not the one she wanted to experience.
“Well? Are you just going to sit there ogling me all day or are you going to tell me why you’re violating my personal space this early in the day?”
Ethan threw back his head and laughed. “I love it when you get catty. And in that towel -”
He paused, and leaned forward, his eyes becoming serious. “But time enough for fun and games later. Since you have yet to fly into a temper or denounce me as the son of the devil, I assume you have not yet seen the tabloids?”
Erin frowned, an uneasy feeling rising up within her. What on earth was he talking about? Was that why Nicky had asked her to read the paper?
“What news?” She went to retrieve the paper Carlos had brought, quickly scanning the bold headlines and paled.
“Oh my God!”
The news was front headlines. Erin stared at the bold words splashed over the front page and felt a wave of panic sweep over her. The hands gripping the edges of the paper were white with shock, mirroring the pallor of her face.
“The Intriguing Threesome.” The headline read. Beside the bold print was a picture of Erin standing outside the Frieling, sandwiched between Todd and Ethan. The picture had been taken in such as way as to suggest that she was flirting with both men, and the article underneath condemned her as a flirt and heart breaker, ending with a snarky comment about her weight and the fact that her money must be the lure that drew men in, since she was more ‘voluptuous’ than the girls these men usually dated.
There was even a list of her past “lovers” for heaven’s sake, half of the names were men she’d never even heard of.
Erin felt her eyes burn with tears of anger and humiliation. She was used to being the subject of jokes by the media for her weight, and overtime, had become desensitized to the words used to describe her unconventional figure. But this attack on her sex life was a new low, even for a trash rag like the Enquirer.
If her parents saw this… Erin swallowed, unable to complete the thought. The article was a lie of course. Other than Luke, she had not been in a relationship since leaving college, some of the names mentioned were just random guys she was acquainted with, old classmates from college, colleagues from work with whom she sometimes hung out. Certainly not enough reason to qualify her as a flirt.
Who was behind this? Whoever had leaked those names knew enough about her.
She was aware of Ethan coming to stand beside her, and her mind instantly flashed in a different direction, to the one person vindictive enough to do something like this.
Him.
Was this part of his so called plan to humiliate her? Had he been planning this all along? Erin wondered, dimly aware that she was being led to a chair.
His hands rested on her shoulders and pushed her down, forcing her to take the seat. The paper was taken out of her hands and Ethan crouched in front of her, taking both her hands in his. How clever of Ethan to have pulled this stunt to shame and humiliate her. Her family prided itself on being free of scandal and up till today, had never been mentioned in anything so scandalous.
And certainly not in a trashy paper like the Enquirer.
“Can you hear me?” Ethan’s voice intruded into the haze of her thoughts, rubbing her hands vigorously and she glanced at him to see the worried look in his eyes.
Why was he acting so concerned when he’d succeeded in hurting her like this?
“You bastard,” she whispered, yanking her hands away from him. “You complete and utter bastard. How could you do this?”
Ethan sat back on his haunches, his face a grim mask of displeasure. “What makes you think I did?”
“Because of your stupid vendetta!” She rose to her feet, eyes blazing in fury. “So that’s why you came here right? To gloat? To rub it in my face?”
He rose too, his face expressionless. “I did not come here to gloat, Erin. I came because I knew you would think I had something to do with this.”
“And you don’t?” Erin scoffed in disbelief. “Oh c’mon spare me the lies Ethan, you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with this… with this filth? You swore to shame and humiliate me.”
“Trust me Erin, if and when I want to have my revenge on you, I will not stoop so low as to engage the services of a filthy rag.”
She managed a bitter laugh, pain and humiliation washing over her in waves. His denial only made her madder. She was willing to bet a hundred bucks that he had done this- perhaps not directly- but he was in on this. After all, she was only aware of one man who had threatened to bring about her humiliation and he was right here in the room.
“What a coincidence then, isn’t it?” She mocked. “You just happened to attempt a hostile takeover of my family’s company, you just happened to declare me your number one enemy and you just happened to have dinner at the same restaurant as I. Pardon me if I don’t believe you. Now please get out, I have things to do.”
Mainly doing some damage control and getting to Mum before she finds out on her own.
Erin walked past him but he shot out an arm and tried to stop her. She ducked, avoiding his touch but he caught hold of an edge of her towel and tugged. She gasped as the towel slipped free, her body completely exposed to his gaze.
“Oh! Now look what you’ve done.” Erin snapped, hands flying to cover her breasts and vagina. She glared at him prepared to give him another tongue lashing but froze as she noticed that Ethan stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on her naked body.
She gulped at the blaze of lust in his eyes.