Page 55 of Kiss Me

“I didn’t leave my bedroom locked.” There was no reason to since I was here with Liza. I trust her.

“Open the damn door now,” Taehyun orders as he bangs on the door with his fist.

“Maybe it was nothing …” My comment withers away as another noise comes from the room. “Okay, there’s definitely someone in there.”

“Open the fucking door.” He pounds again before glancing down at me. His eyes narrow and his expression shifts as if he’s just made a decision. “You shouldn’t be here. Go call the hotel staff.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Liza’s voice breaks through the tension as she peeks her head out from my bedroom door.

“Liza? Was that you? Are you okay?” I move around Taehyun as his hold on me finally loosens.

“I’m fine. I just … uh …”

“What’s wrong?” I try to push the door open, but she blocks it with her body. “Why aren’t you opening the door? Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her head lowers and her shoulders slump. She widens the door enough for her to step outside.

Taehyun and I both take a step back, giving her space.

“Yes, I’m okay. I just …”

She’s at a loss for words at the same time I look her up and down. My eyes widen in surprise to see her dressed in a long, white button-down top. A man’s long, white button-down.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s my fault,” a surprisingly deep voice says from somewhere behind Liza. A second later, the red-haired waiter from the resort, steps out from the bedroom door.

I don’t miss the way he moves in front of Liza, covering her body with his, as if protecting her.

The same way, Taehyun stood in front of me not even seconds ago.

“She didn’t want you to find out,” he says, looking at me.

“I-I swear, Tania,” Liza rushes to say. “we weren’t doing anything in your bedroom. It’s just that we heard your voicesoutside of the door and we were closer to your bedroom door than mine.”

She holds up her hands, eyes wide and an earnest expression on her face, as if her life depends on me believing her.

“I would never disrespect you or my position like that.” She then looks down at herself, as if noticing what she’s wearing, or not wearing, and closes her mouth.

“This is all on me,” the red-haired waiter quickly interjects. “If anyone’s to blame, it should be me.”

“Damn straight, it should be you.” All heads turn to Taehyun. “You had nowhere else to take her?” he asks, glaring at the redhead. “You? Of all people.”

“Wait, do you two know each other?” Liza and I ask at the same time.

Taehyun

I hate messy romantic entanglements. I don’t do them because more often than not they blow up in your face.

That said, it’s safe to say I’ve found myself involved in a somewhat messy entanglement. I glare at Keith, the red-haired waiter who’s not really a fucking waiter, as the four of us sit in Tania and Liza’s living room.

I’d much rather be laying on the couch in my living room with my arms wrapped around Tania while we watch one of her holiday movies that’s not really a holiday movie. Yet here I am about to explain to Tania why I paid this guy off to get rid of her assistant for a few days.

Thankfully, he’s now put a damn shirt on, and Liza’s changed into a pair of jeans and one of her own sweaters.

“Tania, truly, I’m so sorry. It’s honestly not what it looks like. We?—”

“It is what it looks like,” Keith says, cutting her off.

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