I pull it back off the counter. “Great. I would appreciate that. I’ll pay whatever you want.”
She smiles. “How about your phone number?”
I frown. “I have a girlfriend. I’m not interested. Now either help me or wake up your manager so they can. I don’t appreciate you hitting on me after I’ve told you my girlfriend is back in our room suffering. You’re wasting time.”
She jolts at my scathing tone, but it does the trick. She walks into a back room before coming back with two pads.
When she hands them to me, she is less friendly. “Here.”
“Thank you.”
I roll my eyes at the way her demeanor changed so suddenly. She’s lucky I want to get back to Katie. If I wasn’t, I would report her unprofessional behavior.
Still, I note her name. Tamara. I’ll be sure to mention her in my review.
When I finally get back to the room, I find Katie passed out on the couch. She’s changed into a pair of shorts and has my T-shirt on her body now.
Kneeling in front of her, I put my hands on her knees.
“Katie, love. I brought you a pad.”
Her eyes flutter open. Then she smiles.
“Dom. You’re back.” Her voice is gravelly.
“I am. Let’s get you fixed up so we can go back to bed.”
She leans forward, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Don’t leave me again.”
She still sounds a little out of it, but I reassure her, “I won’t. Here, go change into this, then get into bed. I’ll join you after I shower.”
She takes the pad, making her way into the bathroom.
Once she closes the door, I grab the ibuprofen and a bottle of water. Tomorrow I will get her all the shit she needs, but for now, this will have to work. I set them out on the table before grabbing some boxers to change into.
She’s in the bathroom for several minutes before coming back out.
I pull her into my arms, kissing her gently. “Take some medicine and drink some water. Then get some rest. I’m going to shower and change and be in bed soon.”
She nods, doing as I ask. I wait until she’s snuggled under the covers before I move toward the bathroom.
I shower quickly before grabbing my soiled boxers and the towel she used, which is soaking wet and mostly clean. Going into the other bathroom, I shove them in the biohazard bag. Then I call housekeeping to pick it up.
After everything is taken care of, I smile down at my sleeping beauty.
I probably won’t be able to fall back asleep. I’m worried about how she’s feeling too much to relax.
Still, I slide in behind her and pull her to me. She turns in my arms, laying her head on my chest. The little content sigh she lets out is like lightning to my chest.
As I lie there staring at the ceiling, thinking about her, I let my own sense of contentment fill me.
This is what I want.
Her.
In my arms.
Forever.