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“What did you ask for?”
“Two hot chocolates and two strawberry pastries. I told him you’re paying since I have barely enough money left to eat dinner tonight and tomorrow. I must skip breakfast if I want to buy a sandwich before my flight on Sunday morning.”
“You came all this way without enough money to eat?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have had to worry about that if you hadn’t gotten in the way.”
“You seriously think Jamie would have… entertained you?” I asked, almost choking on my words at the thought and grimacing at how certain she had felt.
“Duh, yeah. He’s a rock star, right? And now because of you, I probably won’t even get to see DistRoyed in concert now at all.” My heart sunk to my stomach. Does my love for Jamie blind me as to the reality of his world? I shrugged the thought off.
“That’s dramatic, they threw you out of his room, not the concert?” I said, I interrupted my retort when the server came over with our two hot drinks lavished with piles of fresh cream. He set them down on the table and I reached for my room card, but it had gone and instead pulled out a wad of euros. After paying for both, I glanced to the hot chocolate, picked it up and took a frothy slurp. It tasted delicious.
“If I’d slept with, Jamie, he’d have given me a pass to the concert. I’ve not got enough money to pay ticket tout prices for tomorrow night's gig. Ah, fuck. I should have known better. I should have set my sights on Hogs. He’d have been a sure bet.”
For a moment I almost argued with her that instead of chasing rock stars she should have more self-respect, but I didn’t. Whatever had possessed her to hop on a plane without a ticket to a gig in a foreign country was beyond my comprehension.
“Mm, thank you,” she said, drinking the scalding hot drink like it was a cool glass of water. I stared at her for a moment, wondering how she could detach from her earlier behavior.
“I’d say it was my pleasure, but you had me evicted from my room,” I snapped back, but quickly felt sorry for her for some unfathomable reason. “Listen, since you're their biggest fan, I might manage a spare ticket for tomorrow, but I need you to promise me something, first,” I said, confident Jamie could help me out with my idea.
“You can do that?”
“I think so,” I nodded. “But you need to promise me, no more stupid ideas about hooking up with bands. You’re a beautiful girl, Lottie. You’ve no need to chase fantasies with rock stars, men should chase you.”
“That’s okay for you to say, if you really are with Jamie,” she remarked, “and why would you help me? I’ve made your life difficult and almost slept with your boyfriend, if all you’ve said is true. I even got you thrown out of your room and now we’re stuck here until they know what to do with us.”
I glanced at the man standing on the other side of the glass door; the man who’d almost dragged me off the floor with his strength. And suddenly Jamie’s worried face peered at me through the door. Reaching for the long steel handle, he yanked the door open with force and came stalking over toward me.
“Jesus, baby, are you okay?” he asked, pulling me to my feet and making a whole body inspection of me.
“Oh, my fucking God, you weren’t lying,” Lottie screeched, as she stood up shakily, stared at Jamie and promptly hyperventilated.
“What the fuck?” Jamie asked, his eyes wide and dark with annoyance, his head turning from me to her and back to me.
“Don’t mention fucking, it’s a sore subject for this one,” I said, my black humor suddenly emerging now that my man was beside me. “Jamie, meet Lottie, the naked fan I found waiting for you in our bed.”
Chapter 8
Not only did Lottie hyperventilate, before she’d even spoken to Jamie, she promptly passed out on the floor.
“Damn, these fainting girls,” Jamie said like it was a major inconvenience, and dropped to his knees on the floor, like women passing out happened around him every day.
He manipulated her limbs and rolled her onto her side, and I realized he’d put her in the recovery position.
“Lottie?” he questioned, looking up at me to confirm he’d caught her name, I nodded. “Lottie?” he said much sterner to the girl and rubbed his knuckles firmly along her collarbone. It occurred to me it would have felt painful. I crouched down beside him and caught his eye. “What?” he asked, glancing up to my face and seeing my brows raised that he’d tended to her so proficiently. “You know how many times I’ve seen first aiders perform this move?” he offered in a pissed off tone.
“Ohh,” Lottie groaned, moving her body slowly on the floor.
“Don’t move, stay the fuck down,” Jamie ordered and placed a hand on her head to keep her from sitting up.
For a few moments Lottie lay groggily on the floor, then with a start she pushed his hand away and shuffled into a sitting position with her legs straight out in front of her. She glanced up at Jamie, looked shocked, and stars filled her eyes.
“Oh, my—,” she said, her breathing shallow and fast. Her voice rose to near hysteria in only two short words.
“Stop… for fuck’s sake, stop this,” Jamie demanded. “Yeah, it’s me, now be a good girl and calm the fuck down,” he told her, in a muted tone as his eyes darted around the lounge to see who else was watching.
Fortunately, the coffee bar was experiencing a lull in service as most people had either gone to or were dressing for dinner. Only two elderly couples were present and appeared deep in conversation on the far side of the room. Thankfully, they weren’t paying attention.
