Chapter 55. Likeable

Michelle blinked awake at the throbbing pain in her head. When she opened her eyes, the familiar ceiling welcomed her sight. As she sat upright, her hand massaged the side of her head that was hurting.

"Shit, I will never drink a beer again..." she murmured as she winced.

Her eyes surveyed the four corners of her bedroom. She could not recall how she got home in one piece. As she tried to remember what happened last night, the door opened, and then Ethan entered the room holding a cup of something.

Michelle could not help but check him out. He was a walking temptation, dressed in a gray bathrobe that flowed down the floor, with a smell of aftershave and a cool body wash, and a drooling charisma that she could hardly ignore. She sucked in a breath as his pair of marble gray eyes locked onto her, making her feel a morning shiver down her spine.

"Drink this," Ethan ordered and handed her the cup.

She then realized it was ginger lemon tea. Taking the cup, M