By the Sea

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

“You sure you’ll be okay, man?”

“Yeah, just going to go shower. Then I’ll wake up and drink some more.” I said, dragging a hand over my face as we moved upwards.

“If you need anything, just call me or the front desk. It’s on the house.”

I nodded as the elevator doors chimed open, “I got it the rest of the way, 510 you said?”

“Yeah, you sure?” He asked, I could see the worry in his eyes.

“I am, key?” I held out my hand. Derrick opened his suit jacket, pulling the keycard out and handing it to me.

“I mean it, you need anything, just let me know.”

“I will,” I said, stepping out of the elevator, “Go be with your mates.”

He gave me a smile as the door slipped closed and I leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. The world swirled around me and I knew that I needed to get a shower and fall into bed.

Pushing off of the wall, I dragged my fingers through my hair. Hanging on the wall as I stumbled down the empty hallway until I found my room. I shoved the keycard into the lock and twisted the knob before walking into the suite.

Something smelled amazing.

Frowning, I stepped inside. The door closing behind me with a sharp click. It seemed like I wasn’t alone after all.

Fucking Derrick, time to go kick some chick out of my room. Tomorrow I was going to kick his ass.

Moving towards the bathroom, a soft moan hit my ears, making my body half hard already at the sound.

The soft scent of rich coffee and chocolate hit my nose. I realized the smell was coming from whoever had let out that moan from the bathroom. The door was open and in the reflection of the mirror I could see her.

Honey colored hair clinging damply to pale shoulders, her eyes were closed. Hands beneath the bubbles. I wondered what she was doing with those hands. My body went from half hard to fully erect as I watched her.

I knew that I should let her know that I was here, but the whiskey had my brain foggy. If Derrick had sent her here, it was okay. Right?

Her cheeks were flushed with the heat from the water. She opened her eyes and I moved into the bathroom, I could indulge just this once.

It wouldn’t hurt anything, it wouldn’t hurt me. I wouldn’t get attached to her.

Her gray-green eyes met mine in the mirror and she let out a shriek. A shampoo bottle flew at my head and I wondered what Derrick was playing at.

***Sarah POV***

It felt like someone was watching me. Opening my eyes, I turned my head and let out a shriek before grabbing the bottle of shampoo and launching it at his head.

He caught it in his hand as I scrambled back against the far side of the massive tub. Trying not to slip and fall. I’d thought things were going to get better, but it seemed like I was about to be murdered in this nice hotel room.

He tilted his head to the side, his eyes glassy. He lifted an eyebrow up at me and I slipped, sinking beneath the bubbles. This was it, this was how I died.

I felt his hand in mine, hauling me from the water. His dark red hair falling into his eyes as he hauled me up against his chest. I sputtered, sucking in a breath.

“Who are you?” He asked, his arm moving around my waist to keep me from falling again. The bubble bath had made the porcelain slick.

“S, s, Sarah.”

“Sarah, I’m going to get you a towel.” His eyes moved to my lips. “Are you going to try to drown yourself again?”

“I wasn’t-” I shook my head, feeling my cheeks heat up. Maybe it was best if I didn’t say anything? He sat me down and I found my footing as he grabbed a towel, shaking it out and holding it out to me as he stepped back. His eyes cast upwards.

I took the towel from him, our fingers brushing against each other, and I felt something shoot through me. My eyes were glued to his t-shirt clad back as he turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door.

There had been a heat in his eyes before I had screamed. Almost like I was about to be devoured. I’d never been looked at like that before. A part of me wondered what it would have been like to be with someone like him.

Shaking my head, I wrapped the towel around my body as I pulled the stopper out of the drain. The alcohol must have hit me harder than I realized if I was thinking about banging some stranger.

No matter how well his jeans had hugged his ass or the way his muscular body had felt pressed against mine.

Opening the door, I stepped into the suite. He stood there, looking out the window, the moonlight painting shadows across his high cheekbones that looked like they could cut someone. A muscle in his jaw twitched. His arms corded with muscle, veins, and tattoos were crossed over his chest.

“Why are you in my room?” He growled out, I pressed my thighs together at the sound. What was wrong with me?

“You are in my room.” I said, pushing my hair behind my ear as his eyes shot to mine. There was that same hungry look. The towel suddenly felt like it wasn’t enough clothing and I turned away from him. “They upgraded my room when-”

“Stop.” His voice was gruff, halting me in place. “You can have the room.”

Turning back to him, I worried my lower lip. Wondering if this really was his room and if I’d eaten his chocolates and drank his whiskey? Was he going through a break up too, was that why he was here hiding away?