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Authors: Victoria Laurie
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I thrust my pelvis up into his, and responded by deepening his kiss.
My shirt came off along with my bra, and just as things were getting really interesting there was a tremendous crash against the room door, followed by the shouting of two angry men clearly intent on killing each other.
Chapter 4
Steven was off of me in a hot second and racing to the room door. It took me a little longer, as I didn’t want to flash the “ladies” by running out into the hallway half-naked, but I joined him a moment later, wriggling into my shirt.
Steven was trying to get the door open, and having a hell of a time of it. “What’s the matter?” I shouted, my voice trying to rise above the commotion in the hallway.
“The door won’t open!” Steven said, pulling fiercely down on the handle and trying to yank it away from the doorjamb.
“Is it locked?” I asked, flipping on the light so that he could see better.
Steven grunted as he again attempted to heave the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. Meanwhile the fight outside seemed to be raging on, full force. “I’m calling the front desk,” I said, hurrying to the phone on the nightstand. “Look out the peephole, Steven, and see if you can give me a description so I can have the desk alert security.”
As I lifted the phone and pressed 0, however, the noise from outside our door vanished, and with a whack I heard our door open so quickly that it hit Steven right in the face.
“Ungh!” he said as he fell backward to land flat on his back.
“Front desk,” announced a woman’s voice into the earpiece of the phone.
“What the hell?” I gasped, looking at Steven clutching his forehead and swearing in both Spanish and German.
“Hello?” said the desk clerk. “Can I help you?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but the situation was so freaky I didn’t know where to begin. Finally I said, “There were two men fighting outside our door, and I think they hurt my boyfriend!”
“How badly is he injured?” asked the desk clerk, clearly alarmed.
“Steven,” I said, bending down next to him and pulling at the hand covering his forehead. “Let me see, honey.”
Steven resisted for just a second, still swearing; then he sat up awkwardly and moved his hand. I sucked in a breath as I spotted the deep vertical gash right above his left brow and told the clerk, “He’s going to need stitches.”
She responded by speaking rapidly to someone nearby, but she was obviously covering the mouthpiece, because it was muffled. Then she said, “I’m sending security right up, ma’am. Please stay in your room and lock the door until he arrives.”
I leaned out over Steven and spied the open door. No one was evident out in the hallway, and as my mind tried to grapple with what had happened our door abruptly slammed shut so hard that it rattled the walls. “Holy crap!” I screeched, jumping to the side. It was then that I became aware of the goose bumps running up and down my arms.
“Steven,” I whispered hurriedly while tossing aside the phone, “honey, I’ve got to move you over to the bed.”
“My head,” Steven said, his bloody hand going back to his brow. “Jesus,” he added. “I’m bleeding.”
All of a sudden my chest became tight, as if my heart were caught in a vise. “Oh, no!” I said, feeling my breath quicken. “Steven!” I insisted, tugging at his arm. “Get . . . to . . . the . . . bed!”
“What’s the matter with you?” I heard him say, but focusing on him was now intensely difficult. The tightening in my chest grew worse, and I felt as though I could barely breathe. “Someone’s trying to take me over.” I gasped. “You’ve got to get away from me!”
“What do you mean, take you over?”
I gasped again and felt myself being tugged backward, as if a black hole had suddenly taken hold of my energy. “Leave . . . me . . . alone!” I managed, trying to pull back from the incredibly powerful energy tugging at every fiber of
My shirt came off along with my bra, and just as things were getting really interesting there was a tremendous crash against the room door, followed by the shouting of two angry men clearly intent on killing each other.
Chapter 4
Steven was off of me in a hot second and racing to the room door. It took me a little longer, as I didn’t want to flash the “ladies” by running out into the hallway half-naked, but I joined him a moment later, wriggling into my shirt.
Steven was trying to get the door open, and having a hell of a time of it. “What’s the matter?” I shouted, my voice trying to rise above the commotion in the hallway.
“The door won’t open!” Steven said, pulling fiercely down on the handle and trying to yank it away from the doorjamb.
“Is it locked?” I asked, flipping on the light so that he could see better.
Steven grunted as he again attempted to heave the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. Meanwhile the fight outside seemed to be raging on, full force. “I’m calling the front desk,” I said, hurrying to the phone on the nightstand. “Look out the peephole, Steven, and see if you can give me a description so I can have the desk alert security.”
As I lifted the phone and pressed 0, however, the noise from outside our door vanished, and with a whack I heard our door open so quickly that it hit Steven right in the face.
“Ungh!” he said as he fell backward to land flat on his back.
“Front desk,” announced a woman’s voice into the earpiece of the phone.
“What the hell?” I gasped, looking at Steven clutching his forehead and swearing in both Spanish and German.
“Hello?” said the desk clerk. “Can I help you?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but the situation was so freaky I didn’t know where to begin. Finally I said, “There were two men fighting outside our door, and I think they hurt my boyfriend!”
“How badly is he injured?” asked the desk clerk, clearly alarmed.
“Steven,” I said, bending down next to him and pulling at the hand covering his forehead. “Let me see, honey.”
Steven resisted for just a second, still swearing; then he sat up awkwardly and moved his hand. I sucked in a breath as I spotted the deep vertical gash right above his left brow and told the clerk, “He’s going to need stitches.”
She responded by speaking rapidly to someone nearby, but she was obviously covering the mouthpiece, because it was muffled. Then she said, “I’m sending security right up, ma’am. Please stay in your room and lock the door until he arrives.”
I leaned out over Steven and spied the open door. No one was evident out in the hallway, and as my mind tried to grapple with what had happened our door abruptly slammed shut so hard that it rattled the walls. “Holy crap!” I screeched, jumping to the side. It was then that I became aware of the goose bumps running up and down my arms.
“Steven,” I whispered hurriedly while tossing aside the phone, “honey, I’ve got to move you over to the bed.”
“My head,” Steven said, his bloody hand going back to his brow. “Jesus,” he added. “I’m bleeding.”
All of a sudden my chest became tight, as if my heart were caught in a vise. “Oh, no!” I said, feeling my breath quicken. “Steven!” I insisted, tugging at his arm. “Get . . . to . . . the . . . bed!”
“What’s the matter with you?” I heard him say, but focusing on him was now intensely difficult. The tightening in my chest grew worse, and I felt as though I could barely breathe. “Someone’s trying to take me over.” I gasped. “You’ve got to get away from me!”
“What do you mean, take you over?”
I gasped again and felt myself being tugged backward, as if a black hole had suddenly taken hold of my energy. “Leave . . . me . . . alone!” I managed, trying to pull back from the incredibly powerful energy tugging at every fiber of
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