One Night Stand

Chapter 2

Jake

I was irritated. It wasn't the kind of emotion that took one to a club, but I couldn't say I was entirely there because I wanted to be there. Even worse, my older brother, Trent was me the designated driver to teach me a lesson. I got into an argument with him as a result of it, and he was looking at me with that look. It was this irritating, exasperating look that made me wonder if my Trent was seeing an adult or a teenager? I'd be the first to admit that I wasn't quite the smartest person in that period of my life. I did all the things good boys weren't supposed to go, I joined the wrong crowds, had my first drink when I was sixteen and never looked back, I'd skip school and sneak out of the house often.

My brother was nothing like me. He was the straight kid that always did his homework, always did what our parents wanted, he made everyone proud.

I hated the way he'd treated me when he found out, looking at me like I was a kid that didn't deserve to decide because no matter what, it was the wrong decision.

Still, I never did drugs; I didn't drive around drunk. I lost my virginity early, but I was careful, and I didn't just sleep around, either. Still, I cleaned up my act to some extent; it just wasn't enough for my parents and my brother. Even though I was twenty-four and living on my own, he still treated me like that reckless teenager that just needed to buckle down and listen to Dad, and it was so f*****g annoying.

"Jake," he said, after a long moment of the two of us standing there staring stonily at each other. "Why don't you grow up, huh? I think it's time now, isn't it?"

I curled my lip.

"You can think whatever you want, brother," I snarled. "You guys can look after yourselves, can't you?"

I snorted as I turned away, darkly amused that I was the only one even remotely sober in the whole group. The other guys called out to me as I turned to walk away. They seemed to have paused in their fun to clue into our little argument. I was annoyed with my brother, not them, but I only spared them a wave as I walked away without seeing where I was going. Besides, while they were all good guys from the little I'd seen of them in the short time since I met them, I still barely knew them.

Shit. I should have known better than to come here.

I didn't hate my brother. A lot of the time, he got on my nerves, but I figured siblings were just like that. But I didn't want to come to Vegas to begin with, even though I supported him. I wanted to even less when Dad insisted I tag along, but I went anyway, and I was regretting it now.

I should have known there would be more to this.

As far as I knew, my brother and his friends were out here to have fun, but then he'd started talking about things I didn't want to hear, and when I wouldn't listen, gave me that damn look.

There is no reason it has to be me!

I wasn't paying attention, so I didn't see the woman that was about to fall until she fell right into me. Then somehow, I ended up taking her with me back to my room to take care of her. I could have just left her alone, but even in a bad mood, I wasn't that much of a d**k. She looked way too innocent to be in a club, drunk, dressed the way she was. She didn't have anyone with her, and there were several predators around that no doubt had an eye on her already.

She looked really cute, after all. Also sexy, which was a combination I'd never seen before.

I wasn't taking her back with me for that, though. It was purely because I wanted to help.

"I have a room in the hotel," I explained. "If you'd like, you can take a photo of me and text the room number and the name of the hotel to someone you trust, in case you're worried."

Her hand was still held in mine, and I felt her fingers twitch like she wanted to. I wouldn't mind, it wasn't like I had something to hide. I glanced at her, but her expression just looked dazed. With my free hand, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keycard that held the room number on it, and handed it over to her.

She took it with her other hand then stared at it for the longest time. She didn't even seem to realize we'd stopped walking until she stood up.

"Are you done looking at it?" I asked, amused.

She pouted again, her already pink cheeks darkening as she handed the card back to me.

"No, thanks," she said primly, inching her chin up. "I'm not worried, this is a secure hotel, I wouldn't have picked it otherwise."

I smiled at her. She looked so proud of herself for it that I couldn't bring myself to tell her that it didn't mean anything that the hotel was secure. They had ample security, and I was sure there were cameras all over the place, though perhaps not in the rooms. Still, if someone wanted to commit a crime and get away with it, there were ways to make it happen. Not to mention, with enough money, some people would be bribed.

"Are we still going?" she asked.

That had me moving again, pulling her behind me as I headed for the elevator. Once inside, I still didn't let her go. I noticed her shifting on her feet, and looked down at the tall heels she wore. The way she was acting, she'd either been on her feet too long or wasn't used to wearing heels that high.

The elevator was fast, though, and we got off on my floor in a matter of seconds.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat?" I offered. "I could order room service for you?"

She'd need to drink a lot of water, at least. She might be tipsy more than drunk, but she'd still be waking up with a headache tomorrow.

"I'm not hungry," she muttered.

We stopped in front of the suite, and I finally let go of her hand. I opened the door and stepped aside to let her go inside first. If she had second thoughts, she wouldn't go in. She didn't hesitate, though, and I arched an eyebrow at her back.

Damn, but this girl is innocent. Or very defenseless. She didn't know me, besides my name and room number, but she'd willingly followed me out of the club and into my room. Did she not realize that I could do anything to her behind closed doors and be gone tomorrow morning, and she couldn't do a thing about it later? I didn't think she was doing it deliberately.

I followed her inside and closed the door. She was looking around the room with a dazed expression.

"Please, sit down," I offered. "I'll bring some more water for you."

She nodded absently as she walked over to the couch. She sat down and kicked off her heels. As I walked into the bedroom, I saw out the corner of my eye as she leaned down to rub her feet.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and leaned against it with a sigh.

What am I doing?

I wasn't a bad guy, but this wasn't a lot like me, either. I wouldn't usually go out of my way to help someone I didn't know, and now I'd brought a woman to my hotel room, and not for anything fun, but so I could take care of her.

And Dad and Trent think I need to grow up. Somehow, I did end up a babysitter in this trip, huh?

Well, whatever. At least, I was no longer in a bad mood.

Pushing off the door, I shrugged off my coat and folded it, then set it down on a stool. Then I headed for the bathroom. I undid my cufflinks and put them in my pocket, then folded my sleeves back. Moving to the sink, I turned on the water to warm, and washed my face. The club had been packed, and hot, and it was our last stop after a long day of following my brother and his friends, so I was sweating.

Afterward, I patted my face dry and decided to change out of my shirt, at least. I tugged it off, along with the thin t-shirt I had on underneath, and after wiping myself down, I pulled on a thicker, long-sleeved t-shirt.

Finally, I went back to the front room with a glass of water poured from the bathroom, only to pause when I realized Klara had fallen asleep on the sofa.

"Great," I muttered.

I set the glass on the small coffee table and looked at the girl. She was curled up on the tiny seat, and she looked uncomfortable. With a sigh, I leaned down to pick her up so I could take her to the bed.

"You better be grateful for this, Klara," I murmured, looking at her face.

She mumbled a little and shifted, so her face was pressed against my chest. I stared at her for a few seconds longer, then headed for the bedroom. It was a bit of a struggle. She wasn't so heavy that I couldn't carry her, but she wasn't that light, either. I breathed in relief as I set her down on the bed until I realized I'd have to move the covers out from under her. I grumbled to myself about it, but I still handled her carefully. Even after I managed to move the covers, though, there was one more problem.

Her clothes looked so tight; I wondered how she could breathe in them. I pondered for a moment, before deciding to strip her. It would be wrong to see her or touch her uninvited, but I wasn't doing this for thrills, after all.

I tried to be as gentlemanly as possible as I stripped her down. I left her in her underwear, though. Then I covered her up. I left her purse on the nightstand, and turned off the light, then left the bedroom.

"Damn," I cursed, shaking out my t-shirt because I'd just made myself sweat again.

I found the water and drank it down, then hunted for some alcohol I knew was in the room. After finding it in the fridge, I poured some for myself and went to sit on the couch.

"Welcome to f*****g Vegas," I said to no one, lifting the glass up.

Then, I tipped my head back and drank down the entire glass's contents.