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loser.
    I stand there and stare at myself in the mirror wondering why in the hell the Suit gets to me so bad. I chuckle inside, guess I don’t have to call him that anymore since I know now he has a name. Jackson Bentley. Even the name is sexy. I have to admit, he is gorgeous and probably commands attention, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Too bad I’ll never know for sure, because I’m about to kick everyone out of the room. Including, but not limited to The Suit.

Chapter 5
     
    Actua lly, I don’t kick everyone out. I just crawl back in the bed and turn off the light. If they want to party until the wee hours of the morning, more power to them. I can hear them out there playing drinking games, laughing and I could swear, someone is having sex on the balcony. Gross! Who does that? Thankfully I don’t have to clean up after them.
    I believe that I had vaguely hear d Heather knocking on the door a few times, and maybe even The Suit, but I ignore it. It’s hard to pay attention with the throbbing going on in my head. That’s what I get for having one too many drinks. Yeah yeah, I know. I only had two, but drinking is not my forte, and since one is typically enough, two was excessive. I finally drift into a heavy slumber.
    When I wake up, it’s quiet. Eerily quiet actually. I peer at the bright digital clock on the end table and it tells me it’s six a.m. Wow, I really slept all night. I’m on my side facing the clock and raise my arms over my head for a good stretch, while rolling to my back. As I bring my arms down, I realize I’m not alone. It’s still dark in the room thanks to the heavy drapes on the windows, but I can tell it’s definitely a body next to me.
    Assuming its Heather, I roll to my other side and take in the scene before me. Messy dark blonde hair, strong jaw covered in a bit of stubble. Full, sexy lips curled up into a sexy smile. And emerald eyes, staring right back at me. I jump out of bed and stand up, shaking my head thinking I’m dreaming. I rip open the drapes to add some light to the room, only it’s still dark. Shit. I knew this, good thinking Al.
    I turn back toward the bed and turn on the lamp. He’s on his side facing me, head up and resting on his hand. The sheets are low across his waist and he doesn’t have a shirt on. I’m speechless.
    A light dusting of hair cover his chest and amazing p ectorals. Yes, I did say amazing. I’ve only ever seen pecs like that in magazines. The light hair continues down 4, no 6 rippling abdominal muscles. He has an actual six pack. Then the hair disappears below the sheet, and hopefully under his pants. God, I hope he has pants on.
     
    “See something you like?” He asks, jolting me out of my perusal of his body. Busted!
    “Umm, excuse me. What are you doing here and where is Heather?”
    “First of all, you n eed to quit excusing yourself. Second of all, I was worried when you didn’t come back to the party so I came into check on you. I was tired and your bed looked comfy, so I crawled in. Thirdly, Heather is fine and sleeping soundly in my room.” His eyes twinkle back at me.
    Damn, Heather is really g oing to get it when I see her. I’ve had it with her manipulating tactics to fix me up. When will she figure out that I don’t want to be fixed up? “Yeah, well. I’m fine now, you can go. Thanks for keeping me company, I think.”
    I shuffle into t he bathroom and shut the door. Wait, I locked the bedroom door when I came in last night. How in the hell did he get in here? Did I even want to know? No, I’m thinking not. I just want him to go. I can’t think straight around him.
    I pee and brush my teeth, then drag a brush through my hair and pul l it up into a messy pony tail. Well, more like a nub since my hair isn’t quite long enough for a full on tail. When I go back out into the room, The Suit’s gone. Did I imagine him? No, surely not. I took aspirin last night, not LSD. Then I hear someone in the living area moving