I wake up to what feels like a herd of elephants stampeding through my skull and the unmistakable taste of bad decisions coating my tongue. The luxury suite's blackout curtains are sort of doing their job, but enough merciless Las Vegas sunshine still manages to break through to burn my brain.
For fuck's sake, how much did I drink last night?
I groan as consciousness crawls back to me sense by sense. And then I become aware of three things simultaneously: I'm completely naked, I'm not alone, and there's something on my left hand that wasn’t there yesterday. My heart and stomach both roll as my fingers brush across something smooth and metal.
Is it…?
No.
No.
Yup, it’s a ring. Onthatfinger.
Coincidence? I sure as hell hope so.
I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping this is just a nightmare, but the warm body blanketing my back is all too real. Whoever he is, he's radiating heat like a bonfire and it’s doing nothing to help the gross hangover sweat coating my skin.
I’m sticky and miserable, and this is the very last thing I need.
But my bed buddy doesn’t know or care. No, he’s too busy breathing deep and even against the back of my neck, peaceful as can be while I’m freaking the fuck out.
And I’m not even going to acknowledge the morning wood poking my ass.
Nope.
There’s not enough coffee in the world for this.
His arm is slung over my waist, heavy and—I freeze as I notice the ink. There are colorful tattoos running down his forearm and spilling onto his fingers, designs that I've seen before. Designs that I would recognize anywhere.
No. No, no,no.
My stomach gives another threatening churn as I slowly turn over, already knowing what I'll find, but praying to every god I don't believe in that I'm wrong.
Yeah, I'm not wrong.
Kasen James is sleeping beside me, and I’ve gotta say, I’m jealous. He has no idea of the cataclysmic fuck up that’s just patiently here, waiting for him to open his eyes.
Waiting to ruin everything.
Meanwhile, I’m painfully awake, staring it right in its offensively handsome face.
What the hell have I done?
Welp, since this day’s already ruined and I’ve been up less than five minutes, I allow myself a second to do something I never do: I check out my enemy.
His dark hair’s a mess, but his body… well, it’s the opposite of a mess. He’s got defined muscles but not overly so and most of his skin is covered in colorful ink that stands out against the bright white hotel sheets that are tangled around his hips.
Lowaround his hips, so low that I can almost see?—
Nope.
This isKasen.Owner of Timber Brewing. The biggest pain in my ass and also the man who's been trying to undermine my distribution company since day one.
Also known as the most infuriating human being on the planet.
And apparently, my new husband. Maybe.
I’m still holding out hope the ring’s for something else.
