Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 665

Julia hurried to the front desk and got a room for Yvonne. The bellboy handed her the keycard with a polite smile. "Here you go, ma'am. Room 808, sixty-fifth floor."

Julia snatched the card without much ceremony. "Thanks."

She didn't waste any time and started guiding Yvonne upstairs.

As soon as they got into the elevator, Julia's phone went off again. Yvonne was practically hanging off her like a ragdoll.

With one arm holding up Yvonne and the other juggling her phone, Julia managed to jab the button for the 66th floor.

She barely paid attention to the call, just muttered, "Hang on a sec, I'll be right there."

"Yeah, I'm out tonight, don't rush me, okay? I need to get Feathers sorted first," she added, using Yvonne's silly nickname.

Yvonne was so wasted she could barely stand. No matter what, Julia had to get her settled before doing anything else.

Whoever was on the other end of the line sounded pretty impatient.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'm coming, okay?" Julia said, exasperated.

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

Julia glanced at the room number on the card-808. She half-carried, half- dragged Yvonne down the hallway.

Her phone was still pressed to her ear, and Yvonne felt like she doubled in weight with every step.

A bellhop delivering champagne next door noticed Julia struggling. He stepped over, all helpful smiles. "Miss, do you need a hand?"

"I'm good, thanks. We're here," Julia replied, trying to sound breezy, but she was struggling to fish the keycard out and swipe it.

Yvonne, limp as overcooked spaghetti, nearly slid to the floor as Julia reached for the reader.

caught her just in time, arms full

bellhop, recognizing the struggle and the room number, used his

the door for her. "There

"Thanks so much."

help getting her

got

practically hauled Yvonne into

glowed through the window, so the room wasn't even that dark.

with the lights, just dumped

barked, "Julia, have you left yet or

yeah, I'm going,

God, she was exhausted.

were the worst. She yanked the blanket up to cover Yvonne, then headed back

a thing as she hurried

door clicked

burning up. His skin felt like he'd just run

was definitely off. Especially, well... somewhere

holding onto his

right

doctor to the Night Owl, fast. I

nights and wild parties, Xander

flashed with something dark

that last

Xander and Yvonne both tumbled into a long,

the dream, Xander realized it was Yvonne

his pent-up

his ass,