The soft pitter patter of rain falling outside awoke Elizabeth from her deep slumber. Where was she? What time was it? She slowly sat up looking around the dimly lit room. The panic didn't hit her, until she saw Mark stretched out beside her. The events of earlier that morning came rushing back to her.
Elizabeth's hand flew to her mouth as she tried to stifle a small gasp that escaped from between her lips. She had slept with Mark! What was she going to do now? She had slept with her boss and there was nothing in this world that could change that fact.
A deep groan escaped from Mark as he shifted positions in his sleep. Elizabeth quietly threw her feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. She had to hurry up and get out of here before Mark woke up. Maybe since he had been so drunk he wouldn't even remember their actions that had occurred earlier that morning.
Elizabeth tip toed around the bed to Mark's side and grabbed the black robe that lay crumpled on the floor. She quickly slipped it on and headed toward the door. Elizabeth had her hand on the door knob and was about to open the door, when the nausea hit her. She was going to get sick.
Mark awoke to the unpleasant sound of someone getting sick. What the hell is going on? He thought to himself as he hurriedly sat up to scan the room. The sudden movement caused his head to spin though and he groaned. He must have been pretty drunk last night, because he had one hell of a hang over this morning.
Mark threw his feet over the bed and headed toward the unpleasant sounds that were coming from his bathroom. When Mark reached the bathroom, he discovered Elizabeth on her knees in front of the toilet. The unpleasant sounds were coming from her as she keeled over the white porcelain structure.
Elizabeth pulled herself back away from the toilet and leaned against the side of the bathtub. She brushed a strand of hair away from her sweaty forehead and took a deep, shaky breath. She closed her eyes and willed her uneasy stomach to calm down.
Mark stared at the pitiful sight of Elizabeth slumped against the side of the bathtub and tried to make sense of why in the world she was in his bathroom at the crack of dawn. "Are you okay?" Mark's voice echoed across the still bathroom. Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open and she fixed her gaze on Mark's big frame standing in the doorway. "I'm not for sure." She replied, closing her eyes again.
Given her current state, Mark decided to wait on asking her for an explanation on why she was in his bathroom. "I'll get you some water." He said, as he turned and headed for the kitchen. He only made it halfway across the bedroom, when the scattering of clothes over the floor caught his attention.
His clothes were strung out in rumpled piles across the floor, but the thing that caught his eye the most was the pair of red panties and matching red bra. What was a pair of panties and a bra doing in his bedroom floor? He didn't remember bringing home anyone from the bar.
Mark sat down on the edge of his bed and jogged his memory. He remembered leaving the bar and getting home. He remembered coming inside and breaking the vase. He remembered Elizabeth coming downstairs and cleaning the mess up. He then remembered Elizabeth helping him upstairs to his room and then heading off to bed. He also remembered going after her and…
Realization sank in as Mark sat there. He had slept with Elizabeth and he only vaguely remembered it. Mark cursed and ran a hand threw his hair. What in the hell was he going to do now?
