Page 15 of Stripping Keys
CHAPTER SEVEN
MARLA
Where the hell am I?
Sitting up, I glance around the room. Definitely not the hotel room where I fell asleep. That was a lot brighter. It takes me a minute before it dawns on me where I am. Keys’s room at the clubhouse.
Oh shit.
How the hell had he managed to get me here without me waking up? Had I been that exhausted, I ended up in such a deep sleep? I’ve only done that a handful of times. Those times were when I slept for a solid twenty-four hours straight, sometimes longer. One time, I slept three days straight. I woke up with an IV in my arm.
Those times were typically just like this one, where I’d been mentally and physically drained and unable to function again until I rested.
Now, why did he bring me here to his room?
That was a good question.
At least he wasn’t in here. I could get out and find a way out of here before he finds me gone.
Throwing the covers back, I don’t miss the fact the pillow next to me had a dent in it. I could even smell the scent of him filling the room.
I jump out of bed, shoving that thought to the side. No way did I need to think about how much I like the smell. I find my shoes on the floor by his dresser. Putting them on, I cross the room to his door and grab the handle. The door doesn’t budge.
“What the hell?”
I try to open it again. It was locked, and not the doorknob itself. But the deadbolt.
“He’s locked me in here.” The words slip past my lips so quietly that I barely hear them myself. “I’m going to kill him.”
Stepping away from the door, I start pacing the room, fuming.
How dare he lock me up? What right does he have? Scanning the room, I check the window, knowing it’s most likely not going to open for me, not that I could fit through it. I might be thin, but I wasn’t that thin. I have an ass, and I’ve got tits. Not the biggest of either, but big enough I wouldn’t fit through that small window, not without getting stuck.
Damnit.
With nothing else to do and pacing the room being pointless, I fall back on Keys’s bed. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about all the different questions that race through my mind. The what’s, why’s, how’s, when’s, and so on. The questions are never-ending.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been lying here. It didn’t really matter. I couldn’t go anywhere until he got back. Hell, I didn’t even bother going to the bathroom to take care of my needs in there. I was waiting. The moment the door opens, I intend to be ready.
Finally, I hear the snick of the lock.
I bolt up off the bed just as the door opens. Keys steps in locking the door behind him, his gaze on me.
“You’re finally up,” he notes.
“Yeah, I am. Now, I’m leaving.” I start toward him, ready to go around him and out the door.
“You’re not leaving,” Keys grumbles, his body maneuvering me until he’s pressing me into the wall next to the door. “Your ass has been out for well over twenty-four hours. We’ve got shit to talk about and we’re doing that after I get some food in you now that you’re up.”
“I don’t want food.” Okay, so that was a lie. I was definitely starving. I need food. Honestly, I wanted loaded fries from the diner along with a greasy burger smothered in mushrooms and onions.
“Just like you don’t want something to drink, I’m sure.” He smirks, his body pressing into mine. “I’m sure you want the sweet tea that I put in the mini fridge in the corner of the room.”
Damn. I love sweet tea. Just as much, if not more than Dr Pepper.
“I think I can manage to get everything I need once I’m out of this room,” I tell him, hands pressing in his chest. His very well-muscled chest.
“You ain’t leavin’ this room, baby. I’ll put an order into the diner, send West to get it?—”
