Doubull Indemnity

14

Isla,  ̶D̶o̶ ̶N̶o̶t̶ Disturbed

"Housekeeping!"

"Hi, hello, um, sorry, could you come back a little later. Please?"

I finally answered the door on the maid's fourth attempt to bust down the swing bar lock like the Magistrate raiding a fairy circle for dust. She stared blankly at me, wrapped up in the expensive sheet and nothing else. I knew my hair was sticking up at odd angles. My make-up was disastrous too, no doubt, having slept in it last night. Or, rather, having most of it smeared into the pillow as I was getting railed from behind last night.

Plus the cloud of sex that evidently wafted out the door made her nose crinkle.

She glanced down at a little notecard on her cart. Crap. Was that a schedule?

I snatched the little Do Not Disturb placard and slipped it around the outside knob through the crack in the door. "Sorry, my, uh, partner overslept. Be out of your hair shortly. Okay? Okay, thanks, bye."

"Ma'am—"

Closed the door in her face.

"Shit."

It would only take housekeeping so long to contact the front desk. And then when they saw this room was supposed to be empty, it'd only take them so long to send security up here and check. And then it'd take them real freaking quick to find at least one of the two corpses on this floor.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

Hugging the sheet-toga to myself, I tiptoed deeper into the room, careful to give the sofa and the vampire passed out on it a very wide berth. Course, hotel rooms, even swanky suites like this, were only so big. I tripped over the trailing fabric, stumbling forward just far enough to feel the slightest tingle of warmth in my anklet. Jumped backward so fast I wound up bumping my hip painfully against the mini bar. Frick.

I could bounce. Greg's woken up in worse places before, right? Told me he wound up in the morgue once. Yeah, girlfriend, I'm sure he's undying to relive that experience. Ugh, who was I kidding? I couldn't ditch Greggy. Not like I could even make a quick getaway either. Damn vamp was dead on my dress. A strip of wrinkled, hot pink fabric poked out from under his naked ass.

Okay, so we obviously lost track of both time and orgasms. I don't super remember when our shenanigans came (ha) to a close last night. Or, this morning? I just know I woke to housekeeping's practical break-in attempt tangled in sheets. My body was warm and gooey and satiated in the kind of way only a damn good night in could leave me. Oh, and sore. So very sore. My neck, back, between my legs. Least my blood pressure seemed to be back to normal.

Aside from a gnarly nicotine craving.

Hm, but guess where my clutch was too? Yep. Under the vampire's ass.

Greg passed out flat on his back. Kind of like he stumbled off the bed, tripped backward over the sofa, and just stuck where he landed. One arm was crooked over the back of it. His legs dangled adorably off the edge. The dried remnants of our playtime clung to the soft patch of curls between his thighs. Sweet goober's mouth was even hung open, a slight blep of his tongue hanging out under his fangs.

Oh, wow, he really was pretty, wasn't he? Fine dark hair trailed over the planes of his chest and smooth belly and I absolutely longed to rake my nails through it (if it weren't for this stupid curse keeping me quarantined on the opposite wall). Stubble ghosted across his sharp chin and jawline. Black curls hung sweetly over his never-before-seen-once-in-a-lifetime-event relaxed brow. I could at long last appreciate the luxurious thickness of his equally dark eyebrows now that they weren't furrowed at me.