Nick rubbed his hand back and forth over his head. Christ, she drove him crazy. He had done his best to take care of her last night. He knew that she and tequila didn’t mix well. He remembered that little fact from years ago. When she could barely stand and her friends were too wrapped up in their game of pool, he decided to take her upstairs to his apartment.
He had assured Phillip and Mallory, he’d take good care of her. They looked more than happy that he had stepped up to the plate. In fact Phillip offered him some condoms and Mallory some words of encouragement. If he remembered correctly, she had told him, if Sam didn’t remember in the morning he’d simply have to refresh her memory. Phillip obviously agreed with Mallory because he shoved more condoms at Nick after her statement. It seemed as if Sam’s friends were on a mission to get her laid. He didn’t have a problem with that as long as he was the only one they had in mind to fulfill their quest.
He had carried her upstairs and the moment he set her down, she ran to the bathroom and threw up. She vomited all over his bathroom and all over her dress. He wasn’t even sure she had made it to the toilet bowl. It had taken every bit of self-control he could muster up, to peel her out of the dress she wore and cover her up in his shirt.
Just his luck, he mused, he waits seven years to see her body again and she’s unconscious. He blew out an exasperated sigh as he headed naked towards his bathroom. He needed a cold shower. The plus side of last night was that he had a nice picture of what she hid under those clothes. That should tide him over for a while. He glanced down at his hardened cock, who the fuck was he kidding?
Was the universe playing a cruel joke on her? Samantha wondered as she pulled up to her apartment. Jake and Cara were sitting in front of her house. She shut the ignition off and looked around her car, sure she would find a hidden camera. Not able to find one in plain sight, she looked down at her lack of clothing. She would never live this down, never.
Jake walked over to her driver’s door and knocked on the window. Did he really think she didn’t see him? She sighed and opened the door.
“I’ve been calling you all morning.” Jake said as he pulled the door further open. Sam dropped her head onto the steering well, and sounded the horn of her car by accident.
“Holy crap!
You lost your clothes!”
Cara walked up beside Jake, and her eyes widened as she took in Sam’s attire.
“Guys, it’s been a really long day.” Sam struggled.
“It’s ten o'clock in the morning.” Jake said as the shock began to wear off of him and now he was beginning to look amused at Sam’s expense. Great she couldn’t wait to tell him who in fact robbed her clothing.
“Let’s get you inside.” Cara reached for her, concerned.
Sam sighed and looked up at her. “I may have had a little too much to drink.”
“We know all about it.” Jake said, stepping aside so Sam could step out of her car. She prayed her landlord wasn’t by her window. She looked like a hooker, and the old hag would probably think she was one and evict her.
With Cara behind her and Jake in front of her, they shielded Sam as they headed towards her apartment. Cara grabbed her keys and opened the door to her apartment. Once inside Sam stepped out of her heels and took in Jake and Cara’s amused faces.
“Did he call you?” She asked disgusted.
“Did who call us?” Jake inquired as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Oh, forget it, by the look on your face I can see you already know what happened.” She threw herself on the couch. “I thought you would be on my side.”
Cara shook her head and sat beside her. “All we know is that you got a little too drunk last night, and that you…”
“Left with Nick.” Jake finished for her, and then eyed Sam. “So I guess you two were busy by the looks of things?”
“I don’t remember.” She mumbled and then looked at Jake. “He’s holding my clothes hostage!”
Jake burst out into laughter and Sam scowled at her brother. So much for family loyalty.
“Jake, she’s obviously upset!” Cara said as she eyed him warningly.
He sighed and kneeled in front of his sister. “Okay, I get it. But come on Sam, you know Nick wouldn’t do anything that crosses any lines, especially not with you.”
“Oh really? Then can you explain why I look like a five dollar hooker instead of a kindergarten teacher?” She asked him, watching as he tried to concoct a valid excuse to save Nick’s ass.
“I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation. I’ll ask him.” He said reassuringly.
“Right. Don’t bother.” She sighed and looked back and forth between them. “Did you guys come here to really witness my walk of shame?”
Jake smiled and shook his head. “I tried calling you this morning.”