Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Fifteen Mireya

When I wake up, I am in complete dismay. I’m IN ADRIAN’S BED! I’m in Adrian’s bed in my bra and panties. Oh, and to make matters worse, my panties are soaked. What the hell happened?! I look over to see my clothes neatly folded on the side table beside me. I panic more when I see the clock. It’s a little past 8AM, and I quickly begin to get dressed. Shit, I must have been sleepwalking again.

I don’t know how I got here. Did I fuck Adrian last night? Oh my god, what if I tried forcing myself on him? Images of me breaking into his room, sex deprived and unconscious, flood my mind, and anxiety takes over. Worse than the anxiety is the fact that I’m slightly turned on by the idea. “?Calmate!” I scream internally, hoping the message makes its way from my brain to my vagina. Assuming she speaks Spanish, since she obviously didn’t get my English memos to stop lusting over Adrian.

I finish putting on my shoes and make my way to the door. I slowly open it, sending out silent prayers to any slut-shamed ancestors who could spare me this embarrassment. I peek down the hallway. The door is shut where Patricio and Soledad stayed. I listen and don’t hear any sounds of Adrian in the house. He could have left already. I listen for a second longer before determining the coast is clear to run out. I have no time to do the walk of shame. I need to do a full-speed slut sprint out of here. I tiptoe to the hallway and double check the living room. It looks empty. I come up with my mastermind plan to shoot straight across the hallway, past the kitchen, and to the door before making contact with anyone.

I am halfway through executing my plan when I get to the kitchen entrance and run right into Adrian. The cup of coffee he was holding now all over the front of my shirt. I gasp, and he moves to grab some paper towels.

He’s shirtless, and my eyes can’t help but to stare at his muscular back and the large portrait of a skeleton woman that covers it. La Santa Muerte . I’ve seen her candles at Mr. Friborg’s Botanica. The detail on the tattoo shows her adorned with flowers, angels, and a banner that reads “Protect Me” .

When Adrian turns back around with the paper towels, he immediately presses them against my chest. I stiffen and his eyes drop to mine. “I’m sorry,” I say, as I look down to his hands as he soaks up the coffee. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation building in my nipples and the heat between my thighs. His muscles flex, and I’m sure he’s sensed it as his movements stop and he holds the paper towel there on my sensitive nipples. I do everything to not look up at him. Instead, my eyes wander back over the designs on his stomach and down to that deep V at the top of his sweats. I look down further to see the outline in his sweatpants. He's hard.

“Picking up where we left off?” he says as a grin appears on his face.

My cheeks flush.

My eyes shoot to find an exit. “Abort mission!” I scream to my vagina as I run straight to the door.