“Thank you for getting me away from him,” the girl says while looking in a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall as she frowns at the spill on the front of her dress.
Even while pouting, she is stunning.
Long blond hair with just enough waviness to confirm those curls are natural. Petite yet defined curves. Not to mention the most mesmerizing sunburst eyes.
Eyes that, if I didn’t know any better, I would say have been crying in the recent past.
“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” I tell her.
Even through the cheap mask, I recognized Dylan Decker.
Even if I don’t know who this girl is, I hate watching Decker degrade women.
I hate watching any man with big-dick-energy degrade women, and I wasn’t about to stand for it.
Not in my hotel.
“I am now thanks to you,” she says. “It’s nice to know there are decent men in the world,” she adds, giving up on trying to brush the stain out.
The girl is a bit unhinged.
Either she is used to being treated poorly or used to getting her way.
I haven’t figured out which.
Either way, she speaks her mind.
That both intrigues me and concerns me.
“Why did you do that anyway?” she asks. “I could have handled him on my own.”
“Maybe you could have. But you shouldn’t have to,” I say as I look her over again. “What brings you here tonight?”
“My sister wanted to have a little fun,” she says casually.
I can tell there’s more to it than that.
She’s playing the part of a party girl, but I don’t buy it.
Under the masquerade mask, I sense another mask.
I know a girl with a good head on her shoulders when I see one.
“Can I get you another drink?” I ask.
Her eyes flash to mine in the mirror. “Well, considering I’m wearing half of my last one, that would be nice, but no more after that. I’m sure my sister is taking full advantage of the open bar out there, so I am probably going to be the one driving.”
“She brought you out to have fun and you’re the DD,” I say.
“Welcome to the life of the younger, more responsible sister. She’s not bad. She just doesn’t get out much.”
“Are you married?” I ask.
“Me? Hell no. I’m fresh out of a breakup,” she admits, and then her pale cheeks blossom in a lovely rose tint.
“Hence the reason you’re ‘having fun’ tonight,” I say.
“Yeah,” she nods with a tight smile.
