I woke up in the middle night to make sure she hadnt made a run for it.I was relieved to see her sleeping restlessly.She was even more attractive as she slept.I took my gun from where Id placed it on the night table to check the chamber.Loaded.I carefully untucked the blanket from around her an undid her feet restraints,Making sure she didnt wake up.I moved her to a comfortable place on the bed.I didnt sleep another wink that night.
I awakened in slow, lazy stages, my groggy brain refusing to focus on more than one impression at a time. The first thing I noticed was that I was wrapped around something very warm and very male. I instinctively snuggled closer. I felt his hand gently caress my back through my shirt. How odd, I thought, I usually didn’t wear anything to bed.
My head was resting on his chest and I brushed my lips across that uniquely masculine expanse as I opened my eyes and raised them to greet my bedmate. Upon seeing exactly who I was sharing the bed with, reality came crashing in with the force of a tidal wave. I jumped as if my pants had been set on fire.
Unfortunately, during my nighttime meandering, my legs had become hopelessly tangled in the blankets causing me to land in a less-than-graceful heap on the floor. I quickly realized how I had come to be in such an undignified state. Sometime during the night he must have unfastened my bindings, and being free to move about I must have somehow ended up draped across him.
Completely mortified by my wanton, albeit unconscious, behavior I slowly raised my eyes to see his reaction. He had propped himself on one elbow, and if the mischievous grin on his face was any indication, seemed to be enjoying my predicament a little too much.
Mumbling an apology, I tried desperately to untangle myself from the blankets. Unfortunately, in my frazzled state I only succeeded in becoming more firmly entrapped. Finally he decided to come to my aid. “Here let me help you with that,” he offered with a chuckle.
"How on earth did you tangle yourself in that,"I asked helping her get out."Get a shower, we are leaving soon,"I said.I put my shirt back on and put my gun in my belt.she tried to close the door."EH,Keep it open a little,"I told her..
After finally freeing me from the blankets, he said, “Get a shower, we are leaving soon.” Thankful for an opportunity to escape the embarrassing situation, if only briefly, I grabbed my purse and rushed to the bathroom. I didn’t even care that he ordered me to keep the door open a little. I was just relieved to get away.
I quickly slipped out of my clothes and knowing that I didn’t have any others to change into I folded them neatly and set them on the counter. I hand washed my panties and hung them on the towel rack to dry as much as possible. It would have been nice to have a blow dryer to dry them with, but I wasn’t surprised the motel didn’t offer such an amenity.
I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. The steaming water felt wonderful. As I shampooed my hair the earlier scene played over and over in my mind. It didn’t help any to remember how incredibly sexy he had looked shirtless and all sleep tousled. Or how warm he was and how nice it had been to snuggle up next to him. Oh my God, what am I thinking? Realizing where my wayward thoughts were headed, I gave myself a mental shake and quickly finished my ablutions.
I got out of the shower and after drying off I put my clothes back on. My wet panties were as uncomfortable as I had imagined they would be. Well, at least they’re clean. My jeans and shirt didn’t look too worse for wear, considering I had slept in them. I was really glad I hadn’t bothered to wear a bra yesterday. I hate to wear the damn things, and sleeping in one would have been hellish.
I took my hairbrush from my purse, and brushed out my wet hair. Without a blow dryer I knew my hair would dry in a riot of curls. Oh well, there was no help for it, I would just have to wait until it dried and pull it up in a ponytail. Lucky for me, I had a scrunchie in my purse. After a touch of blush, a little mascara, and a dab of lip-gloss, I looked almost human.
Feeling more composed, I left the bathroom. He had used the time I was in the shower to get coffee and donuts, which he had laid out on the small table next to the window. “Are you hungry?” he asked solicitously. I was starving, and gratefully seated myself at the place opposite his at the table. Still unable to meet his eyes, I concentrated on my donut as I asked, “So, are you planning to take a shower?”
" Yes of course," i said.I pulled out something id gotten from the car.A pair of hand cuffs."Sorry," i said. I locked her to the bed."Would you like to change clothes,"I asked,"I have some of my exs clothes in the car" I said and headed for the shower...
Where on Earth had he found a pair of handcuffs, I wondered? A little afraid of the answer, I didn’t bother to ask the question out loud. I heard the water start in the shower. Soon after, I heard his deep tenor murdering a current top ten hit. I’m glad he is in such a good mood, I thought testily. I was really getting tired of being tied up.
I couldn’t have been more bored sitting here with nothing to do. Well, I might as well get comfortable. I stretched out on the bed in a lazy fashion and decided I would just close my eyes for a minute. I really hadn’t slept all that well the night before and it didn’t take long until I was sleeping peacefully.
