The Eye of the Knife

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

More About the Man.

I sat on the white fluffy hotel bed with my half eaten sandwich on my lap. The handsome man (who still hasn't told me his name) and I were sitting on the bed together watching some weird eighty's movie on the small boxy TV. He had taken off his shoes and made himself comfortable sometime half way through the thing, while I sat there, in only a T-shirt (that I forgot I had on) slowly eating my sandwich and booking a flight from L.A. to Oklahoma.

I slowly chewed a bite of turkey filled goodness as my laptop screen told me that my flight was officially booked. I had some seat in the third row from the back, isle seat, just the one that I liked. I closed the now hot laptop, and then set it to the side by my luggage. I leaned back and looked at the TV where some young teenage boy was talking in a squeaky voice attempting to impress a girl with some big hair.

I looked over to the gorgeous man that was sitting beside me in the tiny bed completely entranced in the movie. I sighed and took another bit of the sandwich, feeling the flavors explode in my mouth. I finished the rest within five minutes and set the tray beside me on the nightstand, and then curled up under the covers. The guy swiftly looked over at me, noticing that I was getting tired.

He cleared his throat and made a motion to get up off the bed. "Um... I think its time that I get going." He scooped one shoe up and sat on the bed while he tugged it on one foot.

"You don't have to" I said being honest. "You could stay the night. After all I will be gone in the morning anyways."

His eyebrows knitted together. "But you just checked in yesterday, didn't you?"

"Keeping tabs on me?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"No. I saw you come in, in the morning. I work in the lobby during days and work as a cook at the nights."

"Oh" was all I could say. I mean what else are you supposed to say to that?

"Yeah" he said as he reached for the other shoe. "I also know that you go by Max. And that you are a very beautiful lady." He turned to look me in the eyes with his last sentence, making sure that I knew that he meant what he said.

I felt myself blush but before I could say anything he rose off the bed. "So where are you going tomorrow?"

"Oh well my job needs me to go to Oklahoma, so I already have my flight booked for ten a.m. tomorrow morning. So I will be leaving the room pretty early in the morning to make it to the airport on time." Once I realized I was babbling, I quickly shut my mouth and busied myself with paying with my hands.

"Oh" he said as he watched my hands and seemed to look anywhere but my eyes. "Well be safe." he stated as he walked to the door with full intentions of opening it.

"I'll try" I said with sadness dripping in every word. I didn't want him to leave. For some reason I liked his company, and I didn't like anyone's company. I also wanted to get to know him better, another weird think for my to confess. I still didn't know the guy's name. "What's your name? Your real name?" I asked voicing my thoughts.

He turned and looked at me. "Christian." with that he smiled and opened the door. "I'll see you around." he said as he walked through the door, it automatically closing behind him.

Weird. I thought as I climbed further under the comfy white blankets. He said that last sentence as if it were a statement rather than a question. Did he mean it that way?

I continued to ponder this until sleep over took me, and I was off to dreamland.

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The next morning the annoying sound of the alarm clock beside my head woke me up from my peaceful slumber. Annoyed I slammed down, harder than necessary, on the button that turned the damn thing off. I sat up and stretched my arms above my head hearing my shoulders pop. I rolled my neck, also coming up with more pops, and got out of bed.

I shuddered as my feet hit the ugly cold carpet yet again. I walked to the bathroom and did my business which included brushing my teeth and packing up my toiletries.

When everything was packed, I grabbed the key card to my room and left it all behind. I didn't look back as I walked down the quiet hallway, most people would obviously still be asleep seeing as how it was a half past six. I wanted to make sure that I had more than enough time to make it to my flight.

I took the elevator down to the lobby, some how enduring the music that was softly playing in the background. The doors binged open and the smell of bacon and eggs hit me like a slap in the face, causing my stomach to rumble with thoughts of food. I made a beeline for the check out desk deciding that afterwards I would grab a bagel or something to eat on the way to the airport.

I walked up to the desk and saw none other than the infamous Christian standing behind it, taking to some blond bimbo who was clearly trying to get him to look down her shirt. I walked up to the desk before I could make myself turn around, and loose my courage.

I'm a fucking demon killer! Why am I nervous to make a hot guy check me out of my hotel? I questioned as I made my way to the desk, and having to clear my throat to get either of them to look at me. The blond sent me a dirty look, then muttered something to Christian as she touched his arm. He said something in response and she frowned then walked through a set of doors, but not before shooting me one last dirty look.

Christian turned his striking blue eyes on me. "Hey" he said. "Checking out already?" He made it seem like regular boring conversation he had with any guest, not someone that had invited him into her hotel room and let him watch a movie for free.

I handed him the key card and my credit card without answering his question. He turned away from me and typed into his computer, then told me that my total cost was $105.67 and swiped the gold card through the machine. I stood there with a poker face on and didn't say a word as he handed me back my card and through the key card in a box with others as he waited for my receipt to print.

"Have a nice day" he stated in a monotone once the receipt was safely in my pocket and I turned away from him. I muttered some sort of response and wheeled my luggage bag outside and to the black rental car that I had.

Shoving the thing into the back of the car, I got into the drivers side and made my way out of the parking lot. I pointed the nose of the car north and sped down onto the highway towards the airport.

Towards another family that needed my help.