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I shake myself mentally, tearing myself away from her. “Right, yes. Of course… Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, sir,” he says with a kind smile. “Although, may I suggest that you also get some rest?”
“I don’t need to be told twice,” I joke half-heartedly as I begin my exit.
Only to glance back at her one last time. Such a tiny thing to be causing so much trouble for everyone.
Angus follows my line of sight. “I promise to make sure she’s comfortable.”
“I know you will.” I sigh, closing the door behind me with a thud.
I barely make it to my own bedroom before I collapse on the bed despite the sun shining brightly through the curtains.
The night shift is part of the job. But while sleep usually takes me instantly, my mind lingers on the woman only a few doors down.
Chapter Five
Roisin
This might be the worst hangover I’ve ever had.
Truly top-tier. It’s almost as bad as that time in Malibu… Or when I woke up from my overdose.
Both times, I swore never to do that to myself again. Yet here I am yet again in an unfamiliar bed, feeling like my head is about to split in two.
Something claws from inside the locked box in my mind, causing the pain to throb even harder.
Did I… do drugs last night?
I replay what I can remember of the night in my head.
Dancing. Drinking. Dancing. More dancing.
Felicity, Bella, men.
More dancing.
A pretty girl offering me a bag of something in the bathroom.
No, I said no. I didn’t take it. I just went back to the bar for another drink. I’m sure I didn’t take it… right?
So why do I feel so cold right now?
I grab the blanket that half covers me and pull it tighter to my chest.
Dancing. Dancing. There was a guy I was dancing with. Or was he buying me a drink?
Faintly, I hear someone get up near me. I don’t bother looking; my eyelids are too heavy. But a moment later, something weighted is thrown over my blanket.
I hum happily as the warmth begins to spread over my body, and my racing mind quiets.
The next time I wake up, I’m sweating and alone.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. But I finally notice a lamp on the bedside table and switch it on. Annoyingly, it takes me even longer to adjust to the light.
But when I do, it’s to behold a room about twenty times the size of my dorm. Talk about falling upward. My digs weren’t nearly as nice as this in Malibu, and someone has even gone to the effort of leaving out a glass of water and some aspirin.
I reach for it eagerly, hoping something might help the throbbing pain in my forehead. My long, thick sleeves make it difficult to grab what I need at first, but I suffer through slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements. With the medication taken and a few hearty glugs of water, I feel slightly better.
