His shoulders were slumped in a way that showed tiredness. He hadn’t slept all through the night. Obviously, he hadn’t taken anything to help him either.
I suppressed a sigh and then started walking over to him. He didn’t look my way once; even when I reached his line of vision, his eyes didn’t leave the glass.
“Hey,” I greeted, seeing the slight dark circles underneath his eyes and a white bandage around his knuckles like he had sustained some injury.
“Hm,” he responded, still not looking at me. Body here, mind elsewhere.
“You didn’t wake me like I asked.”
“Hm.”
I stared at him for a bit, my head still asleep, and I was still sore between my legs from last night’s… activities.
“Right,” I said with a firm nod. “I need coffee to deal with this.” I gestured to him. “Whatever this is. Where’s the kitchen—”
“Left.” He cut me off, still not looking at me. It was like he wanted me out of sight so he could stare peacefully at the whiskey glass.
“Why are—”
A knock on the door cut me off as my gaze moved to its closed frame. “You expecting someone?”
He raised his head and then glanced at the door before responding, “No.”
The knock came again. “You’re not gonna answer it?” I asked.
He looked away from the door and then to me before his gaze moved to the door and back to me again.
“Answer it,” he said, pressing a button on a small remote beside him, stopping the music.
I frowned. “Do I look like your fucking butler?”
“With your hair like that, you wouldn’t pass as room service, so, no, you do not look like my butler.”
I gave him the middle finger with a sweet smile before walking past him toward the door and swinging it open with one hand while the other pushed my hair back from my face.
I frowned at the stranger I locked eyes with.
A frown had her brows dropping as she looked at me, too; bright blue eyes shone with confusion.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Uh…” Her gaze darted to a space behind me, her eyes widening a bit in question, and I snapped my head back to see Elio watching, his face pointedly expressionless.
Looking back at the blond girl, I shifted to block her view of him, giving her a pointed stare. “Yes?” I pressed.
She was… uncomfortably pretty. There was a shine to her that made me want to frown. Barely clothed, she wore bright blue shorts, unbuttoned and unzipped, showcasing her bright blue bikini thong, which matched the bra that barely covered the swell of her breasts. Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail, curly strands falling around her face like she woke up with the wordPERFECTtattooed to her aura.
“Um… I’m sorry?” she squeaked out. “I think I got the wrong door; I was—”
“Wrong door?” I stated, confused. “You’re just allowed to wander into a platinum suite reserved for private use, and you got the wrong door?”
She blinked at me, but my frown didn’t let up. “Um… well, I—I have—uh—uh, topographical disorientation.” She stopped, probably seeing the confusion in my eyes. “I have directional issues; it would shock you how many times I end up somewhere that I—you know, didn’t initially want to go? I—I don’t even know why the guards at the front didn’t stopme—um… dumbblondmoment?” She rushed out the last three words, supplying me a half-assed laugh, and taking a step back while I squinted at her. “I will leave you now, and um—go… go find the right door.”
And then she bolted out of sight. I tilted my head as I closed the door slowly before turning to regard Elio, who was finishing the last of his drink, completely unbothered.
“That was weird?” I voiced. “Is there really such a thing as topo-whatever she said?”
He glanced my way for a brief moment before going to pour himself another round, ignoring me.
