Embarrassing moment

A throbbing ache pulsed in Bella's head as she stirred awake the next morning. She winced, instinctively pressing her fingers against her forehead. She had a feeling that her head would split up.

"Uh..." she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. The memory of last night's overindulgence flooded back, and she regretted drinking so much. "This is all his fault," she muttered under her breath, blaming Theodore for her predicament.

"Really?" A deep, husky voice startled her eyes open. She spun around, heart leaping into her throat, to see a tall, imposing figure standing by the French window. Sunlight streamed through, highlighting the breadth of his bare chest as he ran a towel through his damp hair.