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Blowing out a breath, I enter the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of water before checking on the girl. Standing over her, I take in her soft features. Damn, she’s tiny.
Her brunette hair has slight red tones hiding in it. She looks young, maybe early to mid twenties. Her skin is pale and looks surprisingly soft. She is absolutely stunning. I reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear which covers her face. The minute I touch her, I feel a warmth in my chest. And I immediately pull my hand back.
Who is this woman?
The elevator doors opening catch my attention as I crack open a bottle of water and take a sip.
“Tristan?” I hear Dr. Nichols’ voice from the entryway.
Walking over there, I give him a nod toward the bedroom. We walk in, and he takes out a few things and starts to ask me questions.
“Did you find her like this? Did she drink too much?”
I run a hand down my face. “From what I saw, she had one drink. I had turned away for a few minutes, but I can’t be sure.”
“So, tell me what happened.” He starts listening to her heart, and I wait until he finishes before starting.
“I turned to talk to a guy about the game. Ran to the bathroom to take a piss and went back to the bar. Got stopped by some fans. When I turned back to see her, she was knocking back the rest of the drink. She started looking around, I’m assuming for her friend, but her friend wasn’t there. Within like a few minutes, I started to see her sway.”
“And you are sure it was just one drink?” He looks at her in concern.
I shake my head. “I don’t know. But they weren’t there long enough to have had more than one or two. She went to the restroom, and her friend disappeared. I really think it was only one.”
“She may have been drugged, but I will have to run some tests.” He takes some things out of a bag, and I instantly growl when I see a needle. “Relax, Romeo, I need to just take a bit of blood to run the tests to see what she was drugged with.”
My nostrils widen as I watch him wrap a tie around her arm and then stick her with the needle. The bright red blood collects in the vials. When he finishes, he places a gauze pad and some tape where he poked her.
“When she wakes in the morning, she is going to be confused and groggy. Make sure she drinks plenty of water. As far as food, have her go slow. She could be nauseous and queasy.” He starts to pack up his bag.
“Thank you. For rushing down here.” I shove my hands in my jean pockets.
“Absolutely. Can I ask you a question?” Asher crosses his arms in front of his chest.
“Ask away, Doc.” I shrug.
“Does she have a name? Do you know her from somewhere? Did she have ID or a phone?”
“No, no, and no.”
He tilts his head at me. “So, you just saw that she was drugged and picked her up to take care of her?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t owe you an explanation, but since I sort of like you, I’ll give you a brief one. She drank her drink, chugged it, and then, after a bit, I saw her start to sway. I rushed over, and she fell into my arms.”
Asher hums as he looks back at her. “Okay then. Well, let me know how she does in the morning. I’ll just plan on bringing some IV fluids over. That should help.”
He grabs his bag, and I walk him over to the elevator, where I punch in the code and he heads out of the suite.
Walking back into the room, I take a seat on one of the chairs near the windows. I stare out at the lights and the Las Vegas Strip. The flashes of the billboards and the lights from the cars driving up and down the street soothe me, and I let out a sigh. The off-white oversized sofa chair set is not as comfortable as it looks. But I sink into it and lean my head back. It probably doesn’t help that I’m six foot four.
Kicking my legs out, I fold my arms in front of me and let my eyes close.
Light shining in from the window stirs me awake. It takes me a moment to shake myself from my sleep. But the moment I realize why I’m in the chair, I jump up and check on the beautiful woman in my bed. She is still sound asleep. And I figure she may be for a while longer. I head into the bathroom to take a piss.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I realize how shitty I slept. I look like hell. Splashing some hot water on my face, I let out a groan as it burns slightly. After I dry off the water, I brush my teeth and put a comb through my hair.
I need a shower, but that will have to wait until I can make sure she’s okay.
Voices from other parts of the suite draw me out of the bathroom. I pull out my phone and see it’s after ten in the morning. Damn, I slept in.