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the girls on display.
    Taking a deep breath, I throw open the door and march my way out into the living area of the hotel room, on a miss ion to find Heather. I count 6, no 7 people sitting around, drinking and talking. Holy crud, what does Heather think this is, a night club? I don’t see The Suit, so I move as gracefully as I can through the room straight to Heather.
    She’s sitting on some bloke’s lap, giggling a nd practically drooling on him. Real mature Heather. I tap her on the shoulder. “Ally baby! There you are! Join the party!” She slurs at me, obviously very drunk. She stands up and attempts to hug me, almost falling and pulling me down with her. “Heather! What the fuck!” I scream.
    By this point, I’m beyond angry. The room silences. Eerily silenced. You could hear a pin drop. “What’s your problem Al? I thought you had decided to lighten up a little. Cut loose, have fun?” She looks up at me through long, thick lashes that forgive me pleas e look in her eyes.
    “What’s MY problem? You really want to get into this now?”
    To tell you the truth , I can’t stay mad at her long. But my anger is going to last a whole lot longer this time around as I can’t remember being this furious before. “Heather, I was sleeping. It’s after ten o’clock and...” She cut me off.
    “Alexandra Louise Sanders. Listen to yourself. Ten o’clock? Really? You stay up later than this at home, watching David Letterman, or Johnny Carson....or whoever.”
    Daggers. Again.
    “Heather Michelle Langley,” Since she decides to use my full name in front of complete strangers, “I ’m tired and I have a headache. I just want to go to bed. I’m not a partier like you, and had I known we would have a room full of drunk people, I would have never agreed to come with you.”
    Apparently the word “ headache” draws The Suit to me. I can feel him behind me, the warmth of his breath skirting across the back of my neck. I stare at Heather and her eyes brighten like she’d just seen a puppy or a baby or something cute. Argh, I hate that look. Then two warm, strong hands land on my shoulders and squeezed. Oh no.
    I can’t figure out for the life of me why he’s even here. I don’t know him and not completely sure that Heather knows him, but she brought him up to our room. Can we say ‘stupid’? As those hands squeeze and massage, I let out a soft moan. Oh God, did I just moan? Lord help me, please. I step forward and turn around to see that yes, it is The Suit. “Did I hear you say you have a headache, Alexandra?”
    Why in the world did he call me by my full name? I hate my name. Ally is bad enough, but it’s better than Alexandra. Thanks Heather, for divulging my full name. I can’t speak and it takes a lot for me to hold my tongue. I step forward and turn around to see the most enchanting green eyes. “Wh…what are you doing?” I whisper, not wanting the entire room to hear me stutter.
    “You said you had a head ache, I was trying to ease the pain for you a little.” He groaned in my ear.
    “Y-yes. ” I stutter again, Shit! What the hell has happened to my lips? They worked fine a while ago. “I’ll just go get some aspirin.” And I step away, making a bee line toward the bedroom.
    I walk in and slam the door. I don’t mean to slam it. Yes, actually I do. I’m not happy having a room full of people I don’t know, so I lock the door and flop on the bed covering my eyes with my arm. As soon as I do, those emerald green eyes appear on the back of my eye lids. Those eyes.....crap. They’re beautiful, but full of trouble I’m sure.
    After a few seconds, or it could have been an hour for all I know, I roll off and g o in search of my cosmetic bag. I keep basic stuff in there, band aids, antacids, and.....aspirin. I grab the plastic wrapped glass on the counter and fill it with water. I don’t do well with pills, so I have to chug a full glass of water just to get a small pill down. God I’m such a