Chapter 8

The sound of her cell phone ringing woke her up. Chelsea was shocked to see it was daylight. And more shocked to see she was in bed alone.

The phone kept ringing.

“Hello?” she asked hoarsely. Her mouth was dryer than the desert and she had a slight headache. It must be the heat. She had turned the air condition down last night because she didn’t want it to be too cold in the room. After all, she didn’t want Derek having trouble – down below.

“Morning, sunshine. The Dawson jet will be picking us up at noon,” Derek said.

“Huh?” she nearly coughed.

“You got a hangover or something? I said the family jet will be picking us up at noon. So be ready.”

“What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock.”

“What happened to you last night?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Mike wanted to make it an all-nighter. We slept it off in my room here at the Pierre.”

You jerk! I didn’t pa