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“What house keeping?” I grumbled. “If they actually had someone to clean the rooms they wouldn’t smell like that.”
“Exactly!” He exclaimed with a small chuckle.
“Please tell me you got all your money back?”
“After threatening to call the cops and report this place he finally gave me the money back,” he put the car in reverse and drove around, looking for somewhere else to stay.
“I can’t believe they wanted to charge you a hundred dollars in the first place,” I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It really is,” he sighed, scanning the streets for another motel to stop.
Everything was either full or looked too gross to even contemplate.
Finally, when were both about to give up, we spotted a place.
Trace pulled into the parking lot and instead of sitting in the car, I followed him inside.
The place wasn’t grand, which I knew it wouldn’t be, but it was clean and didn’t smell like decaying flesh. I almost gaged at the thought of the putrid smell that the other motel had possessed.
I found a vending machine and got a packet of Skittles for Trace and M&M’s for myself.
“Hey,” he grabbed me by the waist when he spotted me. “Don’t take off like that. I thought someone took you.”
“Sure you did,” I rolled my eyes.
“If they had, I could take them,” he flexed his arm muscles. While Trace was tall and lean, he was also muscular. It was a lethal combination…especially when he whipped out his panty-dropping smile. I hadn’t stood a chance against his charms when I met him.
“I know you could,” I smiled up at him. He had already proved that he was more than capable of protecting me when Aaron attacked me and he managed to get the psycho off of me. He’d punched Aaron so hard he’d given him a concussion. The jerk deserved more than that, but he was dead now, so there was no point in dwelling on it.
Trace was my hero in more ways than one. Not only did he save my life that day, but from the moment I met him he taught me how to live…and eventually how to love.
His lips brushed against my forehead and my eyes fluttered closed at the feather light touch. Even something as simple as that managed to make me feel so many different emotions.
“Come on,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin with his words, “let’s get our stuff.”
He grabbed the duffel bags and we headed towards our room.
I crossed my fingers, praying that this one was nothing like the other one.
The door squeaked open and like a chicken I closed my eyes.
“Olivia?” Trace’s voice sounded from inside the room. “Why are you standing outside?”
I hesitantly cracked one eye open.
The room was bathed in a pale orange glow from the ugly bedside lamp. The bed covers looked like they were from the nineties, with some kind of palm leaf design on them, which made no sense seeing as we were in Pennsylvania, not Florida.
“It’s not bad,” I stepped inside, looking over the carpet and walls for mysterious unexplainable stains. Thankfully, there weren’t many, but I’d be keeping my shoes on anyway.
The place was about as nice as any motel could be, and it didn’t smell bad, which was a plus. Not even the scent of cigarettes lingered in the air.
Trace stepped behind me and closed the door, latching the deadbolt. I made sure the blinds were completely shut before stripping out of my clothes.
Trace had his back to me, completely oblivious to what I was doing.
I unclasped my bra and threw it at his back.
He turned sharply, his eyes widening in surprise. A grin spread across his face as he said, “My little vixen.”
