Hazel shifts on her feet and her scent has a calming effect on me. My cheeks are still burning hot, but having her by my side again soothes the adrenaline ripping through my body.
“Um… Uh… Sir?” The man stutters, avoiding my eyes. He’s a fully grown man, but standing across from me, shrinking to the floor like he is, he looks like a little boy, wishing for his mommy to come and save him. “We don’t-”
“The emergency room. She’ll take it.” I demand.
“E-e-emergency r-room, sir?”
“Yes. She’ll take it.”
The man looks over my shoulder to where the security is standing. He gives them a wide-eyed look and then nods.
I’ve been on the road and stayed in enough hotels to know that no hotel is ever ‘fully booked’. In case of emergency, there’s always a spare room. And as far as I’m concerned, as Hazel stands beside me, her eyes tired and her legs struggling to support her tired body, this is the biggest emergency I’ve ever fucking seen.
There’s a tapping on the keyboard behind the desk, and after a few silent minutes, the man pulls a set of keys that look almost brand new from a drawer and slides them across the counter.
“Level sixteen. Room one.”
I smile and grab the keys. As we turn, Hazel reaches down to a case that I hadn’t even noticed was beside her when I stormed in. Rage had skewed my vision, tunnelling it so I could only focus on the prick who was speaking down to my girl.
My girl? My girl?
“No,” I grunt, frowning at the gorgeous girl before me as her hand clasps around the handle of her suitcase. “Leave that. Please… allow me.”
Hazel smiles up at me, and an odd flicker in her eyes tells me that she’s surprised to see me. We move towards the elevators, walking in silence while her boots clop across the glossy tiles. I smile to myself, a warm feeling in my tummy making me feel fuzzy inside as I see the burgundy boots that led me back to her.