T.C.:
“Are you kidding me?” I heard Daniel say before swearing under his breath.
I pulled Sebastian fully into the room and the other two followed.
“You can’t tell anyone about this!” I hissed, pointing a threatening finger at Sebastian, but making sure to make contact with the other men, making sure they knew none of them could utter a word about this. I watched for each of them to nod with understanding. “Ugh, this couldn’t be any worse.” I sighed burying my face in my hands. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
I pushed past the boys. I felt a tug on my dress. I turned around to see what was the hang up, but it was too late. My dress had caught a sharp piece on the door and was ripping all the way up the skirt. My eyes went wide. I pulled the skirt together covering my exposed leg.
“What have I done to deserve this.” I cried out. I met Daniel’s eyes, he was looking at me with sympathy.
He quickly made his way over to me. “Lets get you out of here.” he said wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me through the ballroom and out into the main hotel lobby. “I have a room upstairs, you can go up there and figure out what to do about your dress.” Daniel escorted me up to his room.
I sat on the couch in the living room area, stilling holding my dress closed. Daniel was digging through his luggage trying to find something for me to change into.
“Freakin’ five-thousand dollar dress. Ruined.” I muttered to myself. Looking down at the irreparable damaged dress “Cassie is going to kill me.”
“What did you say?” Daniel came into the room.
“That’s Cassie is going to kill me. This is her dress.” I said, finally looking up, only to see Daniel shirtless. I blinked a few times, too shocked to say anything. He was of course in amazing shape, with defined muscles in all the right places. He was holding out the button up shirt that he had previously been wearing. I forced myself to snap out of it and take the shirt before it became apparent that I was ogling him.
“Oh.” he said understanding “Here, this shirt is all I really have that would work. I didn’t pack much since I was only staying for the gala.”
“It’s okay. This will work.” I said clutching the shirt and making my way to the bathroom.
I stripped off the ripped garment, letting it pool around my legs on the floor. What I shame, I thought to myself. Still heartbroken over the stunning gown. I put my arms through the sleeves Daniel’s shirt and then began to button it up. The shirt was white, so my black undergarments could barely be seen through the sheer material. It would have to do, I sighed. I was short enough, so the shirt came mid-way down my thighs. Making me realize how tiny I was in comparison to Daniel. The shirt smelled heavily of his cologne. It made me feel safe, like I was in his arms.
I left the bathroom and made my way into the living room, where he was sitting watching TV and still not wearing a shirt. I sighed and he looked up, making me feel self conscious. He didn’t seem to notice though.
“Have you decided what you want to do? Are you still planning on going back to Milton Keynes or what?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t really fancy catching a train looking like this.” I looked down at myself.
“Well, you’re welcome to stay here if you’d like. I can go find you some proper clothes in the morning.” he offered.
“I don’t want to impose on you. I can go book my own hotel room.” I looked down at my attire again “Or I can give you my card and you can book it and get me the key.”
