CHAPTER TEN
“One room, please,” I requested.
New City Seasons Hotel was only four blocks away from my previous apartment and had the fastest web service available. I wiped my face free of dripping water. A downpour of freezing cold rain had caught me on my way from the public transport to the hotel’s front door. I was completely soaked and ready for a hot shower.
The frilly dressed front attendant asked, “One bed or two?”
I glanced down at my luggage. All my clothes would need to be laid out to get rid of the wrinkles. “Two, I guess.”
The sun was only a few hours from rising, so I wasn’t surprised when the woman stated, “If you plan to stay after 10:00AM, you’ll need to pay for another night.”
“Book the room for a week.” I swiped my bracelet over the pay screen, forwarding the units in advance. “What time will room service be available?”
“At seven a.m.…” Her eyes widened as my name scrolled across her hologram. “Are youtheNoelle Harvey who published that article on Mr. King—”
I held up a quick stopping hand, cutting off her tirade of excitement. “I would appreciate your discretion as to my whereabouts. I’d hate to notify your manager that I believed you were giving out a guest’s information to the public.”
Instantly, the attendant nodded her head frantically. “Of course. Of course.” Her grin took up half her damn face. She winked, and then whispered, “Your secret is safe with me.”
I sure hoped so. The last thing I needed was rabid readers outside my hotel door, begging for more information. “Thank you.”
With my room access information transferred to my silver bracelet, I trudged toward the elevator on tired legs, my wet clothes sticking to my person with every step I took. I’d be asleep before room service opened. My next meal would be at lunch. My stomach protested this idea—loudly—but I ignored it as I stepped onto the elevator alone.
I pressed my floor, the top level, and shut my eyes.
It had been a horrible fucking day.
And the attraction I had to Wolfe Cooper? Weird.
The man had attacked me.
I was a fucking idiot for thinking he was gorgeous.
Hot breath fanned over the top of my head.
My eyes shot open. I spun in place with my fists raised.
But…no one was there. I was alone as I’d thought.
I lowered my fists to my sides gradually, my heart hammering, not slowing down one bit. The sensation of being stared at tickled my skin. That rush of breath had felt so real. Too real.
The elevator doors opened, and I quickly stepped out.
Instead of moving down the hall, I turned back to the elevator, feeling foolish, but determined to see if I was right. I had blocked the way out of the elevator with my body and my luggage. I waited for the doors to close to know no one—or nothing—was getting out with me.
The doors started to close. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I really was an idiot.
But suddenly, the doors stopped.
They were open enough to still let a person slip out.
My blink was really slow, and my voice held a decent amount of appropriate fear. “I’m not sure which one of you is staring at me right now, but Theron let me go. There’s no reason for you to come after me now. You should contact him to verify my words before you do something you might regret later. And, really, do you want to deal with cleaning up blood before the sun has even risen?”
I knew five shifters had special powers.
I didn’t know what they were, since Joshua Striker didn’t seem to know either, but, apparently, being invisible was one of them.
