Just One Glance (Oh Tequila Series Book 5)

inspect it and sure enough, what I’ve found is a red thong. Sexy little item, barely a sliver of material, and again I wonder if maybe I was wrong. Without a second thought I glanced back over my shoulder and immediately I regretted it. My stomach felt like it was falling out my ass, a nauseated wave of tension knotted my gut.
“No,” I groaned, shaking my head, refusing to accept what I was seeing. “No, no, no! What the fuck? Chastising myself for looking, I knew immediately that what was permanently imbedding in my brain would haunt me every day for the rest of my life.
A big burly dude with a hairy back, and a hairy ass all on display like a beacon refusing to allow me to forget it was there. My chest ached, my stomach tightened, and all the alcohol I’d apparently consumed the night before began to rise in my throat.
I had no memory of this person, only of the petite girl who strolled up and offered me her come hither smile.
I was a guy, and come on, I took the fucking bait.
Again the bile rose and I knew I had to get out of here, and I had to do it fast.
I found my jeans, hurried to stand and put them on, before practically tripping out of the door and into the large living room. I froze, balancing, or trying to, as the room slowly came into focus. I was dumbfounded, as in completely blank. What in the fuck had I gotten myself in to? There were bodies, both male and female, lying around the room, half naked and oblivious to their confused guest.
An orgy. A God damned full-blown, balls on display, tits bare, fucking orgy.
I found myself smack in the middle of a sausage circus and I remembered absolutely nothing. From what I’d seen that may be a good thing, but then again, the unknown was a fucking killer too.
What in the hell happened?

Chapter Twelve
Ruby
Immediately I grabbed my head and groaned as my stomach began to turn. I could still taste the alcohol, and smell it. Oh my hell it was awful.
“Bathroom.” I peeked through one slitted eye just in time to see Darcy dart from the room before disappearing down a hallway.
That’s when I slowly observed my surroundings. Boxes tucked in a corner, nothing hanging on the walls.
“How much did you two drink last night?”
I jumped at the sound of the question and immediately regretted the quick movements. I groaned, my stomach did another twist. My surroundings were somewhat blurred as I blink over and over to bring it all into focus. That’s when I found Vera leaning in the doorway of her kitchen holding a cup of coffee.
“I’m dying.” The words come out in a hoarse whisper, making her smile. “Put me out of my misery, please, I’m begging you.”
“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
I shook my head and instantly regretted it. Gripping the sides of my head, I held my breath and fought back the threatening buildup in my throat. No, God, no!
In the distance I could hear the sounds of Darcy hurling and coughing. It did absolutely nothing for my control and the bile began to rise. My mouth watered, my body grew clammy.
“I made coffee.” I held up my hand for Vera to stop, only she didn’t. “And toast, you both need to get something in you to absorb some of that alcohol. I was going to make eggs but—”
“Nope.” I shook my hand, hoping like hell she got the hint. I couldn’t hear anymore, I needed silence. I was barely hanging on and I think she was enjoying torturing me. I could practically hear the smile in her voice.
“It’s not going to go away.” I wanted to kill her. I loved her, truly I did, but right now I just wanted to kill her. “You’re sweaty and the tequila you consumed needs to be…”
I rolled and began to crawl as fast as I could toward the bathroom. I could hear her laughter echoing after me but I kept moving. The movement was too much and I clamped my mouth shut tightly, praying I could hold back long enough.
It was horrid, the smell, as I entered the bathroom. The sound was worse, Darcy heaving and then coughing, only to heave again.
Death would be easier.
“Move,” I barked, and she pushed me away with her flopping hand as she wrapped her body around the base. So many things, terrible terrible things, rushed through my mind.
This was a mistake, I didn’t drink. It was awful, why would anyone want to feel this way? It’s not liberating, it’s not fun…it’s hell.
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Attempting to hide the fact that I felt like I’d been run through a meat grinder was difficult. I could see that my father didn’t fully believe my explanation as to why I had been in bed all day.
Thankfully, last night he was out of town on business and didn’t get home until well after noon today. By then I’d showered, managed to hold down a few crackers, and washed all my clothes from the night before. I only prayed that I still didn’t smell like a brewery. I swear I was sweating alcohol for hours.
“Did you notify your professors?”
Of course his only concern was school. Okay, so I was hungover, and not suffering from some type of illness, but he didn’t know that.
“First thing.” Maybe not first thing, but once I was able to see clearly and remove my head from the trash can. I camped out there for hours, I’d long forgotten the shame of the aftermath of the so-called fun time.
Note to self: it was not fun.
“Well, you should try to get some rest.” Maybe I underestimated my father’s concern. “You