The authority in his voice surprises me.
I want to know who he is. At what I guess to be around six foot one, he towers over the hotel manager by at least six inches, but it’s not his height that’s earning him such deference. The apologies being thrown his way suggests he’s a celebrity or something.
With a face like that I highly suspect he’s done some sort of work in front of a camera.
I wrack my brain trying to recall if I’ve seen him in any films or television shows. Not likely since he doesn’t have a French or Korean accent, which make up about ninety percent of the media I watch these days.
“And your companion. Were you hurt, madam?” I blink at the manager whose eyes are now on me.
“Oh, I’m not his?—”
“It was touch and go for a minute there,” Travis says, casually slipping his arm around my waist.
My mind glitches at his audacity.
But my body? Well, it has a different reaction entirely. I actually lean into him.
“Isn’t that right?” he asks, staring down at me.
The entirety of my concentration collapses down to his lips that form a perfectly shaped bow. I want to trace it with my finger.
Never have I ever paid such close attention to shape of a man’s mouth. But this man …
That mouth starts moving, forming words I don’t hear the first time.
“What?”
“Is there anything these gentlemen can get for you? To make up for the trouble of being inconvenienced.”
No, nipples, do not harden!
The sound of his voice. It’s all smooth, deep, and a direct invitation to the space between my thighs that has continued to host its own heartbeat.
And his arm is still around my waist.
“N-No.” I clear my throat. “I’m fine.” This I say to the manager because I can’t stare him in the eyes for too much longer without losing a piece of my sanity—as if I haven’t already.
“Thank you, gentleman.”
“Thank you, Mr. Town—Travis. We look forward to seeing your performance this weekend.”
Oh, so he’s a performer. I wonder what kind. Musician? Acrobat? Stage actor?
I’m still mulling over career options when I notice the manager and hotel technician are halfway down the hallway.
That’s when I finally gather myself enough to step out of his hold.
“Well, that was an adventure.” I brush invisible lint off of my dress before lifting my chin. “Thanks for your help in the, um …” I tip my head in the direction of the elevators. “I’m heading to my room now.”
I go to take a step and stop. My gaze moves upward toward the top of the elevators.
“Fifty-three?” I shriek. “How did we make it to the fifty-third floor?”
“You don’t recall that interesting ride we took up?” he asks, moving in front of me.
I grit my teeth to keep from snapping at him. The idea of having to get on the elevator again to go back down to my room on the twentieth floor, causes a droplet of sweat to form at my temple.
I've had enough of being trapped in tight spaces for one night. A lifetime, really.
