Red Alert

Hazel's eyes opened slowly to an extremely bright chandelier. Diamonds like rain droplets and the vaulted ceiling gave a homely feel to wherever she was right now…

That's right…where is she?

She remembered talking to Jason last night and then….when she had collapsed too…

Hazel jerked out of the bed she was so comfortable in, examining her current whereabouts as she felt her breathing seize in fear.

Has she been kidnapped? Or worse still, trafficked?

She needed not to be told that she was in a hotel. A huge plasma TV was on the wall, right in front of her and a wardrobe was built into the wall.

This isn't any regular hotel. It is an extravagant one. Luxury was dripping from the choice of curtains to the gadgets and the furniture…

Everything screamed luxury!!

But how did she get in here? Jason must have brought her in here but where is he now?

The sound of the shower running, came to her already ringing ears. Someone was in the room with her but who?

Does that even matter? She needs to get out of here! And fast!

Hazel got down from the bed, standing 9n her feet, she realised how unsteady she was. Her vision was blurry and she felt weak.

It was like a huge weight was on her shoulders pushing her to the ground.

She needs to get out of here, by all means! She can't give up now!

Hazel pulled herself towards the door, right behind her, the shower stopped. Hazel grabbed the doorknob and unlocked the door.

A man in a bathrobe walks out of the room, staring in shock. He wasn't expecting her to be awake by this time.

Hazel hurried out of the room, unable to describe where the straight she got came from. She ran down the lobby blindly, not sure where she was headed at this point.

By the calmness and the silence, it was still late at night.

Hazel made a turn and hurried up the stairs as she started to feel tipsy all over again…

What on earth is going on in her body?

One minute she was weak, the next strong, the next tipsy?

Did they drug her?

Of course, they must have. Jason must have drugged her.

Hazel made their way up the stairs, supporting herself with the rim till she got to the top floor which she had no idea was the presidential suite.

The man was still fast on her heels, barely close enough to know what floor she had gone into

Hazel shuts the door behind her and turns the knob. The huge walkway was empty but brightly lit. Hazel fell to her knees, stomach clenched as she felt hot suddenly.

She could think straight and her heart was racing in excitement.

What on earth is this? Should she be worried?

She needed to get help…

It is a miracle she hasn't had a panic attack yet. Does the drug have anything to do with that?

How could this happen to her? Just when she decided to give the relationship a second chance, this happened!

Her life has been from one drama to another ever since that day at the club. First, some mystery guy shows up on some dating site, then found her address, then sent her flowers, then asks her out on a date, then poisoned her on the date…

More like drugged her.

And now she's on the run for her life and she felt like she was about to die at that point. She was thirsty and hot like she was beside a burning furnace or something.

It was unbearable.

Hazel found the door to a room by her right. The entire floor seems to be dedicated to this one room and there were no other doors on this floor except the elevator.

She needed to drink some water, her throat was getting dry with the passing minute.

Hazel pulls herself to the door and was surprised to find it slightly opened.

It doesn't matter, she needed water and fast.

Hazel walks in, her hand on her stomach as she strolls in.

The room was empty and dimly lit as well. The distant sound of the shower gate her mire than enough information; whoever owns the room was having a bath.

Good. She wouldn't have to face the awkwardness of the situation.

She found the bar section and scanned the place for bottled water or something. Lucky enough, she found one.

Without much thought, she ripped the lid off the bottle and gulped the entire content.

She felt a bit realised but she needed more.

She needed to drink more water at that point.

Hazel checked out the refrigerator, no water. The entire thing was stocked with exquisite wine but that isn't what she was looking for.

"Who are you?"

Hazel froze her eyes on the outside view of the city night lights.

Shit!

Now she would have to explain things, then just maybe whoever owns the room wouldn't call the cops on her and give her some water.

Hazel turned to face the person, slowly. It was a man.

A Greek-looking man at that! He was only in a pair of jeans, and shirtless, his dark hair dripped with water and his expression was as cold as ever.

Hazel felt her insides turn even hotter at the sight of the man. Her entire thinking was one thing…

To have that body on hers.

Broad chest, tattoos across his shoulder blade to his arms and those firm biceps….

She wasn't the type to think of such but her body was behaving in ways she couldn't explain.

Now, she felt highly intoxicated. That water was a bad idea, it only made her feel worse!

"Are you lost?" He asked again.

Hazel moves towards him, a sexy smile on her face. Her arms went around his neck, gaining a look of surprise from the man she was with.

"You're drunk" he muttered

The last thing he wanted to deal with right now is a drunk walking temptation! He needs to get her out of here and fast.

"I'll help you out"

Hazel leaned even closer, feeling the firmness of his chest on hers.

"I'm not drunk" she muttered "And…its.. its so hot in here," Hazel said, her thoughts having been successfully fused.

She wasn't thinking straight anymore. She wasn't even thinking at all.

Hazel took his lips in hers, kissing him slowly and teasing him with her tongue.

The handsome stranger stood still in shock but he could deny his instincts as well.

Not with that tongue teasing him, he so wanted to see how tonight would end.

This night has been crappy, to begin with, and just maybe this lady walked in at the right time.

He pulled away from her, pulled her up by her thighs till her legs were wrapped around his waist. He sits her down on the table, holding her face in his hand as he returns every one of her kisses with heated passion and want.

How on earth could he walk out of this trap now?

He wasn't in the right frame of mind and she isn't either.

He pulled away from her, staring down at her already flushed face.

Damn, she was beautiful!

"Do you want this? I'm going to walk away if you don't want to" he assured

Hazel nods her head childishly; she doesn't want him to ever stop.

"Do you understand that I'm about to have you in my bed missy and so help me, you come crying in the morning…."

Hazel took his lips again and that was all the answers he needed. The kiss deepened, and each of them fired up as though they would want to be next to each other's bodies.

He pulled her closer, running his hands over her neck as a moan escaped her.

He trailed his kiss to her neck, taking playful bites and nibbling on her skin.

She felt so soft and…different.

Fresh, new and irresistible.

Her tiny fingers traced the length of his body to his belt, and he groaned in response.

He was so done with the damaged clothes she had on.

He ripped the dress apart, admiring the sight before him. Black lingerie….

And she even had a garter

Could tonight get any more intense?

He pulls her up and helps her to the bed where he hovers over her like a lion about to devour its prey.

How could he go hard on a face like that? She looked so gentle and fragile.

He couldn't possibly do that.

Hazel gripped hard at his waistband, pleading with him not to stop.

And like that, they both had a night they would both remember for the rest of their lives…