Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"Emily, I think I'm done for now."
"Are you not enjoying it?" she asks, sounding worried. I sit up, keeping the sheet pressed to me.
"I've got a bit of a headache. You were wonderful," I reassure her. "Don't tell anyone I dipped out early, and go have a break," I suggest.
"You're so sweet," she tells me, and I give her a bright smile. Emily has no idea about my devious plans, which for some reason is making this all that much more fun.
When she slips from the room, I hurry to my feet to get dressed. I pop my head out of the room and peer down the hallway, not seeing anyone. I have not a clue where I should go. I grab my robe and put it back on to appear casual as I step into the hallway.
I'll wander around, and I'm sure I'll come across Killian. I just need to pretend to appear like I belong here. Wait, I do. I explore a few places. This spa is freaking giant with a million different rooms and hallways. You can even go up a floor to another level.
I start opening doors and poke my head in and still don't have any luck.
I try the oasis next. It's the water area with a couple of pools and private Jacuzzis. I would suggest Killian and I book one, but our tub in the room is giant, and I'd rather enjoy it with him in private. The pool is empty, but it is a workday and in the middle of the afternoon.
I make my way over to the private Jacuzzis, not having any luck. That is until I get to the last one. My mouth falls open when I see not only Killian but also I'm pretty sure jerkface too. It's hard to tell because he's being held under water, but who else could it be?
"Zolotse." Killian says my name, and I hurry into the room, closing the door. I see a chair, and I grab it, jamming it against the door handle. "What are you doing?" he asks.
"I don't know." I spin around to face him after I get the chair in place. "What are you doing?" The man is still flailing.
"This escalated."
"Obviously." I motion with my hands because I don't know what to do with them, and I feel like they should be doing something.
“Does this scare you, Zolotse? Do you want me to stop?” Killian’s wearing an expression that I’ve never seen before. Worry. I almost let out a sigh because how could this man be so damn perfect? Even now he’s worried about me when he’s in the middle of attempted murder which is fast approaching flat-out murder. Wait, it could be self-defense.
“Nothing could make me scared of you, Killian.” I tell him the truth. That gets me one of those rare smiles that makes me forget for a few moments what’s happening. “So—” I rock on my heels.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks again.
I avoid that question on purpose. Killian's smile grows bigger, and the man stops flailing finally. Killian releases his hold, stepping out of the pool. I reach over and grab one of the towels on a rack and hand it to him, my eyes still on the man floating in the water.
“Are you okay?” Killian gently takes my chin and turns my head toward him.
“I’m okay, I just, ah…” I lick my suddenly dry lips, not sure how to ask this. I can see my hesitation is making the worry come back to Killian. “I thought bodies floated.” I motion to the man, who has sunk to the bottom. It’s only three or four feet in the center.
"It's dense right now."
"Right, yeah, totally knew that. He's dense." A small chuckle leaves Killian. "What's funny?"
"Nothing, Zolotse. The air in the lungs is being replaced with water, but the clothing and body fat will keep it submerged until gases start to do their thing."
"Right, obviously."
"Come, Zolotse. We should go." I nod, letting him guide me out of the oasis and back to the main area of the spa.
I put a smile on my face as we get our things and check out. I don't speak again until we're in the elevator headed back up to our room. I'm sure to grab our things and get the hell out of Dodge.
"You left a killer tip." I slam my hand over my mouth. That was wildly inappropriate, but Killian throws back his head and laughs. I slowly drop my hand and stop fighting the strange smile that takes over.
It’s as if we both know what we need to do. We enter the room and grab our things and quickly make our way out of the hotel and back onto the road.
“Zolotse.” Killian breaks the silence inside the SUV. “Are you sure—”