Page 15 of One Time in Paris
I feel so dumb.
“Do we need to go to a hospital?” Davy’s voice was soft and comforting, grounding her.
“I just don’t ...” Isla shook her head. “I don’tbelieveAiden would do something like that.” She rolled off the bed and unzipped her suitcase, hands trembling. Grabbing a pair of flip-flops, she slipped them on then, left the room, and headed back into the main area of the suite, glancing around at all the closed doors.
Davy was at her heels. “What are you doing?”
“Which one is Kelsey’s room again? I want to know where she and Blair got those drinks.”
Davy led the way, and Isla followed, shaking. They entered the darkened room, and Davy went toward the bed, where Kelsey was sleeping with a sleep mask. “Hey, Kels,” Davy said, bending at her side.
Kelsey rolled over and tugged the mask off. She blinked at them in the dim light. “What’s going on?” she asked in a rough voice.
Davy nodded toward Isla, who hugged her arms to her chest.
“Just a quick question about last night. Those drinks you got before you all left for the Eiffel Tower... where did you get them?” Isla asked as calmly as possible.
“You woke me up for that?” Kelsey scowled and sat. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you guys didn’t ever meet up with us. Megan was really hurt, you know.”
“Isla thinks she might have been drugged, Kels. That’s why we need to know where the drinks came from.”
Kelsey’s expression changed immediately. “Oh my God.” She tucked her blond hair behind her ears. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Isla moistened her lips. “I-I’m fine. I think. Just feeling really sick at the moment.”
Kelsey blinked, clearly still processing. “Um, those drinks? There was a guy. He had like a cowboy hat and a hockey jersey...he gave them to us.”
Oh...fuck.
Isla sat on Kelsey’s bed shakily. “Oh no.”
He’d given them the drinksbeforeIsla had gone to the bathroom.
Before she’d run into Aiden.
“That was the guy who was harassing you, wasn’t it?” Davy bit her lip.
Isla nodded. “Yeah.”
Kelsey’s eyes grew even wider. “D-did he hurt you?”
“No, a friend of mine from London just so happened to show up and chased him off.” And thankGodfor that. What in the hell would have happened if she hadn’t run into Aiden?
Then again...she might not have sat at that table and had those drinks. She would have gone to the Eiffel Tower with her friends.
A part of her wanted to scream at Kelsey for taking drinks from a stranger—but what was the point? They’d all been doing it. The whole night had been a parade of free drinks from random men, and no one had thought twice about it.
And she didn’t want to have to admit to Kelsey what had happened afterward either.
“Let me see if I can get that mobile nurse thing to show up faster and take care of you.” Kelsey grabbed her phone off the nightstand. “But you’re okay otherwise? My God, that’s so scary. I’m so sorry—and here I was thinking you guys blew us off.”
Thanking Kelsey, Davy helped Isla back to their room and Isla curled up on the bed again, mind spinning. She wanted to sleep, but she was also too agitated for that.
“Do you want to go to the?—”
“Hospital? No.” Isla squeezed her eyes shut. “If that creep did put something in the drinks, then Aiden is no more responsible about what happened than I am. Like I said, he couldn’t remember what happened either.”
“And you’re sure you believe him?”
