A bigger mess

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Luther paced the Luxury vinyl flooring of the hotel. Glancing at his wristwatch again, he let out a furious cuss. What the hell was taking her so long?

He was clear enough when he asked her to get here before he did. But he'd been here for thirty minutes now and she was still a no-show.

There was no way she could have changed her mind about coming. She wouldn't do something that stupid and irrational. He would crush her for it, she knew that much.

He sat down on the king-sized bed, tapping his feet repeatedly, and intertwining his hands. Goddess help her if she eventually doesn't show up.

The low ring of the bell got him springing to his feet and going for the door. He had texted her the room number the minute he booked it. So it better be her at the door.

He turned the doorknob, and the door opened slightly but grew wider when he saw it was her. She was dressed in a skimpy, blue gown, with a lacy design around her cleavage, showing a bit of it. Her litt