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Authors: Anne Conley
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I’ve got you. Let’s get your things.” He pushed her to her door, not letting go of her. He finally had her, and he’d be damned if he was letting go. But he had to get her out of this place.
“I can’t-hic- go anywhere…He –hic- stole my –hic- ID…my money…” He barely understood her through the sobs, but he thought he got the gist of what she was saying. And he saw red. Knowing there was a “he” involved cut down the scenarios a bit, but not much.
“Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Do you need a hospital?” He let out a gust of pent up air when she shook her head no. His other question, the main one, did you have sex with him, went unasked. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“I’ve got a room in a different hotel. That’s where we’re going.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward her hotel room to get her things.
It was as if being with Luke had been something of a catalyst. She went limp with fatigue, he hoped.
“Are you tired, or did somebody give you something?” He was trying to be calm, but all of the scenarios of what-ifs were still crashing through his mind, even though he had her now.
“Exhausted…although he could have…but that was hours ago…I’ve been walking forever…”
In her room, Luke threw everything in her suitcase, trying not to think about where all the stains came from. He was a guy. It took a lot to disgust him. Right now, he was totally grossed out.
“Where are your money and things?” He found her purse, but it was nearly empty. His question however, brought a fresh round of sobs, so he chose to not pursue the line of questioning. There would be plenty of time to get answers once he got her out of here. He grabbed her hand and her suitcase and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
He paid for her room with his credit card, surprised that she’d spent as much on drinks in the restaurant as she had on the room itself. Hailing a cab, he bundled her into it and told the cabbie to take them to the Bellagio, where he’d gotten them a real room. She seemed content to snuggle next to Luke, sniffling the entire drive. He noticed her eyes were closed, but Luke didn’t think she was sleeping. When the driver dropped them off, Kathy opened her eyes, looked around, and groaned.
“What?”
“I’ve been here already…”
Images of what could have taken place at this hotel crashed through his head at a dizzying rate. His fists clenched and he gritted his teeth together, in an effort to not punch something. “I really don’t want to know about it right now, but I suppose you can tell me later, if you must.” He pulled her nearly limp body against him and led her towards the elevators and up to his room.
She seemed to regain a little strength when the door closed behind them. “Is this real, Luke? Did he dose me? Am I hallucinating?” She was taking in her surroundings with a look akin to awe, and Luke felt a pang in his chest. She’d done some stupid shit this week, but she was okay. And she was all his. And he loved her for her, stupid shit and all.
He took her in his arms. “Kathy, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I’m here now. I’ve got you, and I refuse…” He pulled back to look into her blue eyes. “I absolutely refuse to let go of you this time. So whatever scheme you’ve got planned next, you’d better count me in. Because I’m not going any-fucking-where without you.”
“I need a bath.”
Not exactly what he had in mind, but okay. “Gotcha. Sit here, and I’ll go draw one.”
He left her on the bed, and went into the bathroom to run a bath. The tub was enormous, just like she liked it. He filled it with some complementary bath bubbles and set the temperature to hot. When he turned to go back into the bedroom, he ran into Kathy.
“I was remembering our bathtub escapades earlier today…. Or was it yesterday?” Her voice was soft. Far-away.
“Kathy, honey. I’m a little worried about you. Let’s
“I can’t-hic- go anywhere…He –hic- stole my –hic- ID…my money…” He barely understood her through the sobs, but he thought he got the gist of what she was saying. And he saw red. Knowing there was a “he” involved cut down the scenarios a bit, but not much.
“Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Do you need a hospital?” He let out a gust of pent up air when she shook her head no. His other question, the main one, did you have sex with him, went unasked. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“I’ve got a room in a different hotel. That’s where we’re going.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward her hotel room to get her things.
It was as if being with Luke had been something of a catalyst. She went limp with fatigue, he hoped.
“Are you tired, or did somebody give you something?” He was trying to be calm, but all of the scenarios of what-ifs were still crashing through his mind, even though he had her now.
“Exhausted…although he could have…but that was hours ago…I’ve been walking forever…”
In her room, Luke threw everything in her suitcase, trying not to think about where all the stains came from. He was a guy. It took a lot to disgust him. Right now, he was totally grossed out.
“Where are your money and things?” He found her purse, but it was nearly empty. His question however, brought a fresh round of sobs, so he chose to not pursue the line of questioning. There would be plenty of time to get answers once he got her out of here. He grabbed her hand and her suitcase and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
He paid for her room with his credit card, surprised that she’d spent as much on drinks in the restaurant as she had on the room itself. Hailing a cab, he bundled her into it and told the cabbie to take them to the Bellagio, where he’d gotten them a real room. She seemed content to snuggle next to Luke, sniffling the entire drive. He noticed her eyes were closed, but Luke didn’t think she was sleeping. When the driver dropped them off, Kathy opened her eyes, looked around, and groaned.
“What?”
“I’ve been here already…”
Images of what could have taken place at this hotel crashed through his head at a dizzying rate. His fists clenched and he gritted his teeth together, in an effort to not punch something. “I really don’t want to know about it right now, but I suppose you can tell me later, if you must.” He pulled her nearly limp body against him and led her towards the elevators and up to his room.
She seemed to regain a little strength when the door closed behind them. “Is this real, Luke? Did he dose me? Am I hallucinating?” She was taking in her surroundings with a look akin to awe, and Luke felt a pang in his chest. She’d done some stupid shit this week, but she was okay. And she was all his. And he loved her for her, stupid shit and all.
He took her in his arms. “Kathy, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I’m here now. I’ve got you, and I refuse…” He pulled back to look into her blue eyes. “I absolutely refuse to let go of you this time. So whatever scheme you’ve got planned next, you’d better count me in. Because I’m not going any-fucking-where without you.”
“I need a bath.”
Not exactly what he had in mind, but okay. “Gotcha. Sit here, and I’ll go draw one.”
He left her on the bed, and went into the bathroom to run a bath. The tub was enormous, just like she liked it. He filled it with some complementary bath bubbles and set the temperature to hot. When he turned to go back into the bedroom, he ran into Kathy.
“I was remembering our bathtub escapades earlier today…. Or was it yesterday?” Her voice was soft. Far-away.
“Kathy, honey. I’m a little worried about you. Let’s
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