Meet Me In The Pit

Chapter Fourteen - High

Keira

Score: Habits - Tove Lo

The first thing that hits me, as I step into Benjamin's suite, is the heavy smell of weed. The room is shrouded in complete darkness, so I have to blink a couple of times to adjust my eyes. I trip on something soft, lying across the hallway, then stumble and spread my arms to my sides to help keep my balance.

I pause, before resuming my walk further into the suite, the smell of weed now getting mixed with alcohol and sweat.

I reach the end of the short hallway, then circle past the console table next to the wall on the left. Thank God I know these suites like the back of my hand because our state-of-the-art black-out curtains are making it difficult for me to find my way.

I pass the foot of the bed, and trip on something again, before I make my way to the massive window on the other end of the suite.

I reach out in front of me in the dark, and my fingers brush the soft fabric of the black-out curtains. I fumble with the curtains for a few seconds, before my hand closes around the small lever, which operates them. With a flick of my wrist, I turn it to the left, and the curtains start dragging towards the two opposite ends of the window with a faint rustling sound.

As the first rays of the blistering Spanish sun splash into the room, I almost feel the urge to shield my eyes from the light. To adjust my vision, I turn my back to the window and face the room.

My gaze slides across the floor and the mess, lying around.

Bloody hell, where did all this stuff come from?

There are clothes, scattered all over the floor. Must be what I tripped over on my way to the window. His trousers are lying haphazardly at the foot of the bed. My eyes wander a little further to the right and are instantly met with the remains of the vest top he was wearing last night. And are those his boxers, lying next to them? There are also some bits and bobs I don't recognize. It sure looks like there was a fucking party going on in here last night. There are way too many items of clothing to be assigned to just one person, rock star or not...

Oh, my God!

I flinch as my gaze falls on the used condom on the floor by his side of the bed, and...Fucking hell, no! A wrinkled Lavet Hotels uniform jacket is lying in the hallway! That must be what I first tripped over when I entered the room.

A lump materializes in my throat, making it impossible to breathe in the already stuffy room. My eyes are glued on the jacket, and I can't seem to tear them away...

A loud groan, coming from the direction of the bed, makes me let out a yelp, as my eyes snap toward the source of the sound, and are instantly met with the sight of Benjamin's completely naked body, sprawled face-down on the bed.

I gasp and lower my gaze to my feet quickly, but not quick enough to miss the massive tattoo on his back, covering his skin from his left shoulder all the way down to his right butt cheek.

A very round, very firm butt cheek at that.

Heat rushes into my head, making me instantly light-headed. My eyes are desperately jumping across the spots of cream carpet, visible under the mess on the floor, trying to anchor to something, anything that's not screaming "orgy" at me, but, still, my heart jumps to my throat, as I hear Benjamin stir in his bed.

What the fuck am I doing here, in his room, while he is butt-naked?

"I was positive you were into me, Miss Vough," Benjamin drawls from the bed. And, again, as if drawn by magnets, my eyes instantly snap to his face, careful not to fall to...something else. Thank God, at least he's thrown the sheet across his waist. "But I thought you would be more...subtle," he shields his eyes from the light and nods his head towards the window.