Chapter Eight
Mina’s eyes squinted open. She looked around, confused. The room was clearly not hers and was four times as big as her whole apartment, and the bed felt like she was lying on a cloud and was big enough to hold six people.
The room was cloaked in darkness, but with the crack in the drapes, she was able to see everything. Slowly her thoughts cleared, and she remembered what had happened with her manager, the trip with the men, and then lying in this bed and talking to a doctor before she drifted off.
During the hours she’d been asleep, she had a vague recollection of having a man on either side of her.
She remembered the feeling of peace and safety before she fell back to sleep.
Her fingertips tested her temples for the pain that had felt like a jackhammer in her head before.
She was surprised that there was no pain, just mild sensitivity.
She moved to sit on the side of the bed. She waited for the dizziness to abate before she tried to stand.
“What the hell are you doing?” Koa barked.
Her head jerked up to see both Koa and Jon standing in the doorway.
“Good one, man. Yell at her. She might still have pain,” Jon quipped and stepped around Koa. He sat beside her on the bed and lightly rubbed her back. “How are you feeling?”
She licked her lips nervously as her gaze darted from one to the other. “I’m much better.”
Koa sat on her other side and kissed the side of her head. “I’m sorry, baby, you just scared the hell out of me.”
“Why?” she said as she trained her eyes on him.
“You’ve been asleep a long time, you probably still have the pain reliever in your system, and you haven’t eaten for a long while. I was afraid you could have fallen.”
She reached out and smoothed the frown between his eyes with her fingertips. Koa cupped her hand and pressed it against his face before placing a kiss in the center of her palm.
She swallowed the ball of emotion that tightened in her stomach. “I’m doing fine. But thank you for caring.” She dropped her hand.
“How’s the head?” Jon asked.
“It’s sensitive, but there is no pain anymore.”
“That’s good,” he said, pressed a kiss to her temple, and grasped her hand.
“Hey, um, I really need to use the restroom. Can you guys let me up for a minute?”
A squeal burst from her when Koa bent, abruptly picked her up, and strode toward the bathroom. She curled her arms around his neck to hang on when she caught a glimpse of how far the floor was from where he held her. She just realized how large they both were.
He set her down by the toilet and took a step back. She looked from one to the other and waited.
Jon stepped forward. “Do you need help with your panties, baby?”
She gasped and held her hand out as she felt the heat of a blush take over her face. “No! I can do it. I’m waiting for you to leave.”
The men frowned down at her.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“We’ll be right outside if you need us,” Jon said as he followed Koa out and closed the door.
She hurriedly used the toilet and then washed her hands. She washed out her mouth with the mouthwash she found on the counter. She almost grabbed the toothbrush in the cup by the faucet because it looked exactly like hers.
She braced her arms against the counter and looked at herself in the large mirror above the long counter. Some of the fog was wearing off the more time that passed and the more she moved around.
She noticed how large the bathroom was. The shower could easily fit a dozen people, and the counter held three sinks.
“How are you doing?” Koa asked through the door.
She straightened. “Good, I’m done.”
The door was wrenched open before she finished the sentence. She gasped as the air rushed over her legs. She looked down and saw that all she wore was a large shirt and her panties. More of the muddled feeling dissipated and was replaced by alarm.
“Where are my clothes?”
Koa took the few steps to get to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“We put you in one of our shirts. You wouldn’t have been comfortable in those clothes.”
She tried to take a step away from him, but he tightened his grip.
“Are you telling me you two are the ones that undressed me?” she asked in agitated disbelief.
Koa bent and picked her back up again and took her to the bed, where he sat her down on the side before sitting next to her. Jon positioned himself on her other side.
They noticed the tremor of unease she tried to hide unsuccessfully.
Jon cupped her face. “First off, you need to know that there is no way in hell we’d ever hurt or disrespect you in any way.”
She bit her lip but calmed a bit at the look in his eyes.
“We were the ones to undress you because we would have never allowed anyone else to do it.”
“But why?” she asked wide-eyed.
Koa cupped her cheek and turned her head toward him. “We care about you, Mina. Very much. With that caring, we feel a certain level of possessiveness.”
“But we just met last night,” she said in disbelief.
Koa chuckled. “Actually, it has been close to three days ago. You slept for almost fifteen hours.”
Mina’s mouth dropped open. “I’ve never slept that long before in my life. No wonder I feel sluggish and weak.”
Jon grabbed hold of her hand. “We figured the stress at work, lack of sleep from the night we met, and the drug Jason gave you was causing it. Jason said not to worry. It was normal.”
“Jason is the one who gave me a shot?”
“Yeah,” Koa nodded. “He’s been a friend of ours for a long time. That’s why we allowed him close to you.”
“We also didn’t leave the room while he was here.”
That made her feel better for some reason. Was she already starting to trust them?