the back of the chair and pulled it over myself, hoping it would cover my blood-stained clothes. It fell halfway down my thighs and covered my hands.
My shoes weren’t anywhere to be found. I slipped the pumps from the woman’s feet; they fit me well enough to stay on, but the high height hindered my ability to walk properly. I tried to remember what I was told about how to walk correctly in heels. Was it heel toe, or toe heel?
I padded into the bathroom, struggling to adjust to the high heel height juxtaposed with my sore ankle and slipped a few times. I ran the faucet and with frenzied motions used my fingers to clean away the blood on my exposed skin. Glancing in the mirror, I silently assured myself everything would be okay once I left.
Putting the gun in the back of the band of my pants, I headed out the door.
I looked both ways down the wide corridor to survey the hall for guests. Satisfied to find myself alone, I crept along the right side of the hotel corridor and tiptoed toward the elevator. Standing only five feet from freedom, I tried to relax.
The doors to the elevator opened and provided me with a glimpse of a person in the elevator. Panic strained my breaths, depleting my throat of much needed moisture to swallow.
I checked behind my path, finding nowhere to immediately escape unseen.
The doors had retracted completely, uncovering a man, fresh-faced and newly dressed in a clean white T-shirt and slim-fitting dark blue jeans: Catch. He appeared to have thoughts heavily weighing on his mind as he stared at the floor leading away from the elevator.
Rubbing the back of his head and dislodging his damp, dark hair from its style, he stepped out of the car. He paused, standing frozen when his gaze slowly lifted upward, scanning over my body, and settled on my face.
The click of a suite door beside me threw me into alarm.
His long legs made one stride forward. He grabbed my shoulders and ushered me to the right, pressing me against the door of a room diagonally across from the elevator shaft. He rested his forearm above my head and leaned into me, shielding me from the view of the new visitor. He smelled of clean cotton and cologne.
“I told you to stay put,” he hissed. The look in his eyes directed me to be quiet.
I played along and grabbed either sides of his shirt. I could barely maintain a grip with my unsteady hands.
His eyes angled to the right.
A man tootling down the hall, stopped at our position.
Catch immediately turned back to me and closed his eyes. His soft, dewy lips captured my mouth with a teasing caress. Already on edge with my heart beating at a painful, rapid pace, it was made worse by an unexpected kiss. He drenched my senses, tipping the scale away from fear.
His mouth kicked the desire into high gear by showing no mercy and rearranged my insides. I couldn’t breathe freely much less react on my own accord and push him away.
My lips responded, kissing him back, nipping at his mouth and clenching his bottom lip between them. He slipped slightly, the arm above my head rested on top of it. His hand clasped my neck, his thumb rubbed against the delicate and sensitive skin, eliciting shudders from deep within my core. I warped the material of his shirt as I fought to find stable ground.
The man beside us cleared his throat. “They have rooms available. Get one. No one wants to see that.” The ding of the elevator and the sound of the doors served as the signal.
Catch delayed in removing his lips, so firmly planted against mine it elicited a smacking sound.
Blinking out of my reverie, my senses came flooding back to me. “Was that really fucking necessary?” I shrunk away from him and slipped out of his trap.
A spark of mirth alighted in his eyes. “I was trying to ease your fears. Your reaction…wasn’t expected. And true to your nature, you’re going to pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Really convenient”—I brushed my hands
My shoes weren’t anywhere to be found. I slipped the pumps from the woman’s feet; they fit me well enough to stay on, but the high height hindered my ability to walk properly. I tried to remember what I was told about how to walk correctly in heels. Was it heel toe, or toe heel?
I padded into the bathroom, struggling to adjust to the high heel height juxtaposed with my sore ankle and slipped a few times. I ran the faucet and with frenzied motions used my fingers to clean away the blood on my exposed skin. Glancing in the mirror, I silently assured myself everything would be okay once I left.
Putting the gun in the back of the band of my pants, I headed out the door.
I looked both ways down the wide corridor to survey the hall for guests. Satisfied to find myself alone, I crept along the right side of the hotel corridor and tiptoed toward the elevator. Standing only five feet from freedom, I tried to relax.
The doors to the elevator opened and provided me with a glimpse of a person in the elevator. Panic strained my breaths, depleting my throat of much needed moisture to swallow.
I checked behind my path, finding nowhere to immediately escape unseen.
The doors had retracted completely, uncovering a man, fresh-faced and newly dressed in a clean white T-shirt and slim-fitting dark blue jeans: Catch. He appeared to have thoughts heavily weighing on his mind as he stared at the floor leading away from the elevator.
Rubbing the back of his head and dislodging his damp, dark hair from its style, he stepped out of the car. He paused, standing frozen when his gaze slowly lifted upward, scanning over my body, and settled on my face.
The click of a suite door beside me threw me into alarm.
His long legs made one stride forward. He grabbed my shoulders and ushered me to the right, pressing me against the door of a room diagonally across from the elevator shaft. He rested his forearm above my head and leaned into me, shielding me from the view of the new visitor. He smelled of clean cotton and cologne.
“I told you to stay put,” he hissed. The look in his eyes directed me to be quiet.
I played along and grabbed either sides of his shirt. I could barely maintain a grip with my unsteady hands.
His eyes angled to the right.
A man tootling down the hall, stopped at our position.
Catch immediately turned back to me and closed his eyes. His soft, dewy lips captured my mouth with a teasing caress. Already on edge with my heart beating at a painful, rapid pace, it was made worse by an unexpected kiss. He drenched my senses, tipping the scale away from fear.
His mouth kicked the desire into high gear by showing no mercy and rearranged my insides. I couldn’t breathe freely much less react on my own accord and push him away.
My lips responded, kissing him back, nipping at his mouth and clenching his bottom lip between them. He slipped slightly, the arm above my head rested on top of it. His hand clasped my neck, his thumb rubbed against the delicate and sensitive skin, eliciting shudders from deep within my core. I warped the material of his shirt as I fought to find stable ground.
The man beside us cleared his throat. “They have rooms available. Get one. No one wants to see that.” The ding of the elevator and the sound of the doors served as the signal.
Catch delayed in removing his lips, so firmly planted against mine it elicited a smacking sound.
Blinking out of my reverie, my senses came flooding back to me. “Was that really fucking necessary?” I shrunk away from him and slipped out of his trap.
A spark of mirth alighted in his eyes. “I was trying to ease your fears. Your reaction…wasn’t expected. And true to your nature, you’re going to pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Really convenient”—I brushed my hands
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