Ty spoke out of the darkness. “You didn’t know it was me, did you? You thought I was that fuckwit from the pub.”
“Er...yeah.”
There was another long silence, and Kate would have given anything, anything on earth, to rewind ten hours and instead of going to the pub, fall into a very big hole and die. “How...why are you in my hotel room?”
“This is my hotel room.” The soft malice in Ty’s voice sent a chill down Kate’s spine. “I brought you back here after you blacked out and I couldn’t find your room card.”
The floor seemed to shift beneath her bare feet. Tyler Henderson had known who she was the whole time. Of course he had, he’d called her Middleton, he’d knowingly let her blow him. Kate didn’t know whether to be flattered, disturbed, outraged, insulted or any other emotion on earth. “Mr Henderson, I don’t think you get it...I went down on you. And you touched me. And I went down on you and you came and I swallowed it.”
More painful silence. Kate wished she hadn’t put so much emphasis on the words ‘swallowed it.’
Ty pointed a ghostly hand towards the door. “This never happened. Get dressed and get back to your room, right fucking now.”
It was hard for Kate to find her clothes in the dark, but she didn’t turn on the light and neither did Ty. He remained in bed, silent and motionless as she pulled her skirt up her legs and tugged on her stiff Mary Janes. Her bra was still in the bathroom, but she decided to leave it behind, sacrifice it for the greater good. It felt like Tyler Henderson’s hotel room was running out of breathable oxygen. She scurried to the door and all but flung herself into the night air. The door slammed behind her, severing the experience into then and now. She dug her keycard out of her secret skirt pocket and ran toward her room. Her hands were trembling so hard she could barely swipe the card against the door. As soon as she was in her room she picked up her phone, desperate to unburden the horror of this situation on someone else, but there was only one person she could talk to about this, and at two a.m. on a Wednesday night, she’d be a jerk to call Maria. She sent her a message asking her to call once she was awake and took a long, hot shower that didn’t go an inch toward making her feel clean or calm. Despite the insanity of what had happened she was still so aroused it hurt. Her body, brought to the very brink of orgasm by her secret crush was taut as an elastic band. She lay down on the bed and ran a finger through her slit, caressing herself lightly the way Ty had, then stopped.
That’s mine. You don’t get to touch what’s mine.
She shivered and took her hand away, not letting herself question why, not letting herself think of anything at all. Instead, she put on her complimentary dressing gown, made herself a powder hot chocolate and settled on the bed to watch Scrubs. She had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but she knew she wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.
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