The VIP Room(71)

“Isabella?”

“No.” Oh no. Oh God. Oh shit. It was Harrison!

“Elizabeth? Is that you?” Harrison said, now standing right outside the bathroom door.

Liz tried to clear her voice and cover up the crying she had been doing. But her efforts didn’t work.

“Yes. Bella gave me the key. I needed a place to stay.” Liz said.

“Are you alright?” Harrison offered kindly.

Liz was about to say yes, but as she stood up she lost her footing in the shower and slipped back to the ground. The combination of alcohol, emotions and the wet floor sent her tumbling to the ground roughly. She let out a loud cry as her head it the wall.

“Shit, are you ok?” Harrison said as he cracked the door. “What the hell happened!” He was now standing in the doorway looking at the pile of bloody clothes on the floor.

“I’m ok.” I just slipped trying to stand up.

“No, what the f*ck happened to your clothes. Why are they covered in blood?” Harrison was angry. Not that Liz was in the condo or even because she was in the bathroom. He was angry that something so horrible would happen to Liz and worried at why she had fallen in the shower.

Harrison could still see Liz’s silhouette though. Instantly his body fought between his worry over the bloody clothes and the amazingly sexy silhouette he was looking at through the shower door.

Gathering up her strength Liz stood and peeked out of the shower door. It was a solid glass door but had a deep coating to prevent people from seeing inside, only she didn’t realize that Harrison could see her silhouette.

For the first time, in a very long time, Liz looked Harrison right in the eyes.

“I’m fine. Let me get dressed, and I’ll tell you what happened.” She said with the best fake smile she could muster.

Harrison just stood still. Liz had been crying, he could tell. She had blood all over her clothes, and her face looked like she had been beaten. His mind reeled with the possibilities.

“Ok.” He finally muttered as he backed out of the bathroom.





Chapter 7





Liz could feel the effects of the alcohol taking a hold of her now. She wrapped herself in a towel and put her hair in another one. In her haste to explore the condo and get in the shower, Liz had forgotten to grab some clean clothes out of her bag. The thought of putting her bloody clothes back on was not appealing, so she decided to go grab her clean ones.

She peeked out of the door and looked into the living room. Not seeing Harrison anywhere, Liz darted to the front door to grab some of her clothes.

“So are you alright?” Harrison said from the chair in the corner of the room.

“Yes. It looks worse than it is.”

“I doubt it.” Harrison moved from his chair and closer to Liz. He began examining her face. Then pulled her arm up and looked at the cuts on it.

“Really. I’m fine.” Liz offered. Suddenly realizing she is standing there wrapped in a towel with Harrison touching her.

“Liz. You don’t look fine. In fact, you look like you should go to a hospital.” Harrison says with such a sense of finality; Liz actually thought he was going to force her into his car and take her to a hospital himself.

“Let me grab some clean clothes. I’ll tell you what happened. No hospital needed.”

Harrison gently placed his hand on her cheek. His touch, combined with the look on his face, sent electricity throughout Liz’s body. He looked so worried. He looked genuinely perplexed to be looking at such an injury on her face.

“Do you have clothes? Bella has some here.”

“Yes, I have some” Liz reached down to her bag and began to pillage through her roughly packed belongings.

Harrison took in a deep breath. Liz had her ass only inches away from him. He took another step back so he could fully enjoy the view. Amazed that he had never really noticed what a knock out Liz was before. Oh, he noticed that she was smart and sensible, but man oh man he hadn’t noticed this figure she had.

His cock began to rise to attention as he imagined sliding inside that ass of hers. Oh, it had been such a long time since he had been with a woman. Instantly, he moved farther back away from her and back to his chair. Harrison didn’t want Liz to see how excited he was just by watching her bend over.

“Be right back?” Liz said as she grabbed her clothes and headed back into the bathroom.

When she returns, it is apparent she, in fact, is alright. Her face is full of smiles, and she is eager to clear up what she is sure Harrison thinks was some horrible attack on her.

“So are you ready to tell me what happened?” he asked.

Liz went into the whole story about Matt and the club. She told Harrison about the girl in her apartment and the makeup being thrown all over the floor. Finally, she explained how the picture fell and cut her face and arm. Throughout the story, Liz was somehow able to look at Harrison and talk like they were old friends.

The normal rush of red had not filled her cheeks again.

Liz was seated on the couch and wearing some old shorts and a white t-shirt. Her wet hair dripped gingerly onto the shirt since she did not take the time to dry it.

Throughout Liz’s story, Harrison could not take his eyes off of her. She was stunning. Even sitting there with bruises and bloodshot eyes, he was enthralled with her. How she told the story of this horrible boyfriend. How she was not histrionic about everything, he did. Liz was matter a fact about the whole situation.