She obeys me, probably because her mouth tastes disgusting.
After flushing the toilet, I sit her on the seat and tip her head back.Her eyes are glazed, but I think I got all the vomit out of her hair.Her makeup is a disaster.I’m not interested in dealing with that right now.I’m only interested in making sure she doesn’t have alcohol poisoning.
“Up, naughty girl,” I demand, grabbing her biceps.“Show me where your room is.”I guide her down the hall, keeping her from stumbling into the walls or falling onto her face.
Finally, she pushes open a door.
Yep.This is Madison’s room.It’s a relief to see it.It’s organized, tidy, and clean.So, she’s not the one who made a giant mess in the kitchen and left it.Nothing is out of place in here.
“Where are your roommates?”I ask.
She stumbles over to her bed and drops onto her back.“You left them at the bar,” she mumbles as she curls into a ball on her side and grabs her pillow.
I can’t leave her here.Not a chance.She’s way too drunk.Fucking fuck.The last thing I need is to bring this woman home with me.For one thing, I’ve been avoiding her for months because she messes with my mind.For another, she just confessed that I’ve been messing with hers, too.That’s incredibly unnerving.
It can’t be helped, though.
I extricate her purse from around her shoulders before I head for her closet, pull it open, and grab a suitcase.When I glance at her, she’s asleep.Great.I guess I’m deciding what we bring with us.Besides the fact that she can’t stay here because she might choke on her fucking vomit and die in the night, I’m not bringing her back tomorrow, either.
Madison has fucked up.She’s not going to be pleased, but she’s going to finish out her semester under my roof, following my rules.If she doesn’t like it, tough.
I open her drawers and start packing.Panties.Bras.Ridiculously skimpy tank tops and shorts, which I assume she sleeps in.I grab jeans and shirts from her closet next.
I snag her phone charger from beside the bed before opening the drawer on her nightstand.I smirk as I pick up her vibrator.I’m not surprised she owns one, but I put it back.She’d be mortified to know I touched it, plus I don’t intend to give her any opportunity to use it.Not under my roof.
What the motherfucking hell am I thinking?I do not have any right to control Madison’s orgasms.
There’s a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, and I enter it, wondering how the fuck I’m going to know which things belong to her.
Again, I smirk.That’s easy.Her side has tidy drawers.I grab her toothbrush, hairbrush, a few scrunchies, and makeup remover.I’m feeling very bossy.It’s not appropriate.Not even close, but the Dom in me is looking forward to Madison realizing that I didn’t pack her makeup or anything sexy.In fact, I chose the least sexy clothes I could see.
When I’m done with her suitcase, I head for her desk.Luckily, it would seem that most of what she needs for her studies is in her backpack, including her laptop.She must have come from class, dropped everything, and gone out.There are a few textbooks and notebooks, so I grab them, add them to the backpack, and haul everything to my car.Her shit barely fits in my trunk.
When I get back, I see she hasn’t moved an inch.She hardly whimpers when I scoop her off the bed and carry her out to the car.She doesn’t have enough clothes on, but she’s too drunk to notice.The cold air will probably do her some good.
Twenty minutes later, I pull into my garage, carry my naughty girl up two flights of stairs to the third floor of my home, and deposit her on the bed in my guest room.“Home sweet home, Madison,” I murmur.I remove her boots and pull the covers over her, leaving her otherwise dressed.
After I return to the car to get her stuff and haul it up to her room, I turn on the light in the attached bathroom and stare at her.
She’s a mess, and I suspect she’s going to have the hangover to beat all hangovers in the morning, but the vomiting will help.She’s sleeping peacefully.If she were mine, I would take her clothes off and give her a bath, but she’s not, and I have no business seeing Madison’s naked body.
Hell, I’ve seen more of her body than ever before simply because she’s dressed in a short skirt and nonexistent blouse.
I’m so fucked.
I leave her room, pull the door halfway closed, and head down to the second floor, where the living room and kitchen are.The lowest level houses my garage and office.The top floor has two bedrooms.
It’s not the largest home in the world, but it was still fucking expensive because it has a view of the ocean.That’s what I paid for.
There’s one more thing I have to do before I go to bed.
Call Hendrix.
I drop onto the couch and place the call.
He picks up on the first ring.“Did you find her?”
“Yep.You were right.Her car was stolen.She’d already filed a police report.I drove her home, but I didn’t really like the location of her house or the fact that she is without a car, so I brought her to my place.She can stay in my guest room while she finishes the school year.”