Dangerous Love

Chapter 17

Davina opened her eyes only to feel a banging head ache. The sunlight coming from the curtains only made it worse. What happened last night? She remembered what happened with the old man. Then she went to get drinks and everything started to drift off from there. Davina groaned and put her face in the pillow. Pillow? Davina shot up from her position which turned out to be a bad mistake because she only fell down again, her head ache hitting her hard.

Why was she in a bed and not in a cell? She turned to look at her bedside table and saw a glass of water and some Panadol, along with a note. Davina pushed her self up so her feet hung off the side of the bed and picked up the note.

Drink up, love. Feel better soon.
-E

Davina put the note down and swallowed the pill with water. Davina ignored the note and looked up to see she was in the room she was in before she tried to escape. Davina felt a need for water on her face, she felt so exhausted and unwell. She didn't know where any bathroom was except... except for Eliot's ensuite. Davina got up and saw she was still in her dress, thankfully no one undress her. However her makeup was not on her any longer so that meant whoever took it off got to see her lovely scar. She felt embarrassed.

At the end of the bed, she spotted an oversized t-shirt. The one she wore the day before, it was Eliot's. Davina slipped off the uncomfortable dress and put on the t-shirt. It was like a dress on her. Davina hoped that she didn't do anything bad last night. Her feet tip toed over to the door and she turned the door knob to open it. She peered down the hallway looking left and right for anyone. Not a soul was in sight. She stepped out of the room and traveled to where Eliot's bedroom was, it seemed like it was the middle of the day, he won't be in there.

She opened the door to his luxurious room and her toes moved around on his carpet. No one was here, everything was quite. So Davina walked over to the ensuite door and pushed it open. What she saw was not an empty bathroom. What she saw was the tall Eliot Hartley, moving his hair around in the mirror with water dripping down on his body. Oh his body, it was only covered by a towel hanging on his waist and his abs seemed to rock hard and his arms flexed as he lifted it up to his hair. It only took a second for Davina to process the sight and for Eliot to look in the mirror and find Davina standing there.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Davina yelled and she shut the door again.

"Davina? What are you doing?" Eliot asked. Davina closed her eyes as she leaned against the door and she imagined her face to be as red as a tomato. She could hear shuffling in the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry. I only wanted to splash water on my face." Davina explained. Eliot opened the door and Davina turned around to look at him. He now has black sweat pants on which hung dangerously low. His hair was still wet and his chest was shiny.

"Never knew you could get so nervous." He smirked, knowing the words she said the night before.

"I-I'm not nervous, just embarrassed." Davina argued. Eliot grinned and looked down on Davina. She was looking down at the floor.

"Right. Not what you said last night..." He leaned down and whispered into her ear. The touch of his breath sent sparks down her spine.

"What? What happened last night?" Davina was now curious and alerted.

"Not my fault you don't remember..." Eliot chuckled, he looked Davina up and down and realised she was wearing the shirt he put on her bed. "You look good in my clothes, love. You should wear them more often."