Page 14 of With a Broken Wing
As Demetri took the keys from him and shook his hand again, annoyance came over me. I’d had it under control. I was the one who’d gotten him to get his manager, but it was Demetri who had gotten us the rooms. Solely with hisname. I scoffed.
Turning away from the counter without thanking him or Joseph, I rolled my eyes. Joining the group, I wrapped my arms around my stomach and turned to Demetri. He held three keys in his hand.Please don’t put me with Shelby.
“Shelby and Erin, you have stayed together before. Here.” He handed them a key, and they both nodded, Shelby winking at Erin before they grabbed the key and took off towards the door to the new wing. Demetri turned and looked between Scott and me, debating the remaining arrangements. “Scott, consider yourself lucky tonight. Andy, you’re with me.”
My stomach sank, already dreading the criticism I expected to receive when we got to the room. I hoped he would let me sneak away to bed without yelling at me for messing up the hotel. It wasn’t even my fault.Not that it mattered before.
The three of us walked down the hall in the same direction Shelby and Erin had gone. “You sure you want to get stuck with the boss, Andy? I’d be a lot more fun,” Scott said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“As tempting as you think that sounds, I plan to take a hot shower and go to bed early. I’ll be okay.” Really, I thought back to Jules’s wedding and the way Demetri had gotten so angry with me for dancing with a random man that he practically pinned me to the railing. Something told me he wouldn’t be so thrilled about sending me off to bed with the man who apparently had a reputation for screwing anyone with a pussy. Truthfully, I didn’t want to share a room with Scott anyways.
Demetri stepped up to the door and scanned the keycard in front of it, pushing the door open to reveal a small seating area with a couch, coffee table, and kitchenette. Entering the room, there was a small hallway to the left with three doors—two bedrooms and a single large bathroom. In the bathroom was an open shower and a beautiful bathtub I could imagine myself sinking into. I moved to one of the bedroom doors and opened it, stepping inside with my bag.
“Andy, before you go.” His voice made me freeze, a cold sweat breaking out on my spine. I took a deep breath and turned back around. “I know the room mix-up wasn’t your fault. You handled it well.”
My jaw dropped, and my chest heaved with a nervous breath. He wasn’t going to yell at me.It wasn’t my fault.“Thank you, but they gave us rooms because of you. I don’t know how I could’ve prevented that any differently. I’m sorry…”
He opened his mouth to say something. Could he hear my heart pounding in my chest? If he spoke, would I be able to hear him over the roaring of my blood against my eardrum? “I know I said I don’t tolerate mistakes, but I heard you confirm that reservation. You’re not in trouble.”
“I’m going to take a hot shower,” I said before slipping away. I couldn’t get past the gentle hesitation in his voice when he comforted me, like he was holding back. I assumed he was holding back his anger, and I didn’t want to wait and find out.
“Andy.” He was sterner, causing me to close the door more quickly. His sigh on the other side of the thin wood was easily heard, but he didn’t come after me or knock.
I rested my back against the door and released the breath I was holding before sliding to the floor. My hands shook as I dug into my bag for the small pill container, dumping a pill into my hand. The stash of Xanax was quickly running out, but it would get me through a couple of weeks.
The pill was bitter on my tongue, but I could almost feel the calm rush over me, anticipating the effects. When Demetri answered his phone and stepped into the room across the small hallway, I rolled onto my knees and stood up. I opened my suitcase on the bed and pulled out a couple of small shooter-sized bottles of tequila I’d packed, opening one and using it to chase the Xanax that had partially dissolved.
I took two more quick shots before grabbing my toiletries bag and slipping out of the bedroom and into the shared bathroom. As I locked the door behind me and stripped off my clothes, the drowsy calm from my drug-induced cocktail settled over me. Taking a deep breath, I turned on the shower.
Steam filled the large bathroom while the hot water ran over my skin, leaving a light red hue behind. My mind was foggy from the mix of pills and tequila, and the way my skin tingled under the temperature stirred up feelings of arousal in my core.
I ran my hands through my hair and turned to face the stream, hissing quietly when the water hit my nipples. The tile on the wall was cold where I rested my hand on it, moving my other down the front of my body and settling it between my thighs. When I flicked my finger across my clit, I sucked in a breath.
I flashed to the fact Demetri was across the hall, and I sucked my lip into my mouth to stifle the small whimper, continuing the circling motion with my fingers. Thoughts of him opening the bathroom door and stripping the expensive suit from his body crossed my mind, followed by images of trailing my fingers down his chest and abs. Did he look as good without a shirt as I imagined he did?
I increased the pace of my fingers, using my other hand to cup my breast. Twisting my nipple between my fingers, I imagined it was Demetri. My legs shook as I neared my orgasm.
The warm water rushed down my body, splashing against my clit with my movements, and the mix of heat with the rush of cold air that followed sent me over the edge. My legs locked, and I leaned against the tile wall when I came.
“Fuck.Demetri,” I gasped.
I was frustratedwhile taking my brother’s call. When Andy had ignored me and closed the door to her room, I wanted to break it down and demand to know where this sudden sheepish behavior was coming from. Ever since I’d met her, she had nothing but a sassy attitude towards me while simultaneously being everyone else’s favorite sweetheart. It would normally get on my nerves.
She wasn’t acting like that now, though, and I didn’t like it. Where had she learned to be so fearful? Had she always been that way?
As I hung up the phone, I thought back to the look on her face before she went into her room. The way her voice shrunk and her shoulders sank when she apologized made me want to protect her, and not like a father figure, even though I was almost old enough to be her father.
Before I could drive myself nuts, I tossed my phone onto the bed and opened the door to the hallway. The light was shining under the bathroom door and the shower was running. She had told Scott she’d planned to take a hot shower and go to bed.
I turned around to head outside for a cigarette before going to bed myself, but I stopped when Andy whimpered. My stomach soured, and I took a step towards the bathroom, realizing only when she made the sound again that she wasn’t crying. As I stepped closer to the bathroom door, there was the unmistakable sound of a woman panting.
Another half-muffled whimper could be heard through the door, and my cock swelled behind my zipper. I cursed myself for my inability to move from the sound, reminding myself she worked for me, but I couldn’t help but imagine what she was doing with her hands to elicit such a sweet sound.
I roughly palmed my cock through my pants and debated breaking the door down. Would I watch her or take over, making her come apart myself? I shouldn’t be thinking about either. Shaking my head, I turned away from the door, not even taking a step before her movements sounded more frantic.
“Fuck.Demetri.”
My name floated through the door on her moan, stopping me in my tracks. I could hear the change in her pace that signaled she was coming. My erection throbbed painfully, and I had completely forgotten about the cigarette. I stood outside the bathroom door for a moment, listening to her breathing return to normal before forcing myself to take a step back.
