Chapter 7
I woke much later to find myself in a dark room. I stretched and brushed against a very muscular chest with my fingers. That got my attention. I sat bolt upright and tried to figure out where I was. I had a pretty good idea who the chest belonged to, but I certainly didn't know how I wound up in bed with him. I noted that I was still wearing my tank top and underwear. My skirt, however, seemed to have gone missing. Probably nothing exciting had happened that I missed out on.
The first order of business was to get up and get dressed. I was at a distinct disadvantage not knowing where I was. Since I never could see in the dark, I groped my way toward the edge of the bed. It seemed to be far, far away. Definitely not my bed! Just as I curled my fingers over the edge of the mattress my shirt was grabbed from behind. I was pulled back down.
Going somewhere, Babe, Ranger murmured sleepily.
Oh, yeah. I was in the bat cave. Holy smoke! The Bat Cave! I had some major exploring to do. I'm sure Lula would expect a full report.
Ranger tugged on one of my curls.
You can snoop later. Sleep now, he mumbled.
He tossed an arm over my stomach and tucked me into his chest, putting his chin over the top of my head. A girl could get used to this, I thought as I snuggled in. My eyes slowly drifted shut again.
When I woke again there was sunlight streaming in through a window. I took the opportunity to check out my surroundings. I was lying in the middle of a king size four poster bed. The sheets were black, naturally. There were night stands on both sides of the bed. The one on the left held a phone and a framed picture. Interesting. I wonder who merited having their picture in Ranger's bedroom.
I was way too curious not to look. I scooched across the bed and picked up the picture. It was a photo of Ranger and I in his office. He must have gotten it off a surveillance tape. I certainly didn't remember any cameras from that trip. Sneaky. I put the picture frame back and stood to start the serious snooping.
The bedroom furniture was all made of dark walnut, and beautiful. In addition to the bed and nightstands there was also a tall chest of drawers, an armoire and a desk and chair. The desk was cleared off except for a laptop computer sitting in the exact center.
There were two doors leading off the bedroom. I guessed one led to a bathroom. That's the one that I was most interested in at the moment. I padded over to the door by the dresser. I opened it a crack to peer in, not wanting to scare anyone by running around in my undies.
Once I got a glimpse of what was on the other side, I opened the door wide and stared in awe. This had to be the best bathroom in the world. The room was done in shades of black and gray marble. There was a huge jacuzzi tub along one wall. A separate shower stood in the back corner. The pedestal sink was set opposite another door that I found led to a room for the toilet. Sure beat my orange and brown set-up at home.
I decided I really needed to test out the jacuzzi tub and make sure it was working properly. It was my duty as a guest I reasoned as I started running water.
I was luxuriating in my bath when a knock sounded on the door. I leaned over the side of the tub and grabbed for a towel. Unfortunately, I leaned just a bit too far and toppled over the side, landing on my stomach, after smacking my head on the floor.
I heard the door handle turn. Oh no, not good.
Are you okay?
I rolled over, grabbed the towel and quickly covered up before looking up into Ranger's concerned eyes. I didn't have to look up very far since he was squatting down beside me. I blushed. Why was it I wound up being the only one naked around this man so often?
I muttered. He reached out a hand and felt my forehead.
You're going to have a bump here, he said.
Figures. I nodded and tried to brush some of my hair over it. He smoothed my hair back and gave me a kiss on my latest injury. He stood and cleared his throat. I used the time to get myself under control, probably best not to jump him in the bathroom I reasoned. Stupid no relationship rule.
You want breakfast? he asked, offering me a hand.
I made sure the towel was tucked around me, then took his hand and hauled myself up before answering.
It's not too healthy is it? I asked suspiciously.
Pancakes okay?
I nodded. Pancakes were good, as long as I got syrup. I smiled.
Sounds good. Do you know where my clothes are? I asked, looking around the room.
He gave me a huge smile and lifted one eyebrow.
Clothing's optional, Babe.
Eeek! I managed to keep my hormones in check and settled for rolling my eyes at him. He watched me for what seemed like forever before finally answering.
He pointed at the armoire. Your bag's in there. The kitchen's downstairs. he said. He turned and left the room closing the door behind him.
Man of many words, that one. He had some explaining to do, though. I needed some answers about why my picture was at his bedside, why I woke up in the middle of the night in his bed, and just exactly where here was.