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

bellhop, recognizing the struggle and the room number, used

the door for

"Thanks so much."

you like help

I've got

practically

through the window, so the room wasn't

the lights, just

"Julia, have

I'm going,

God, she was exhausted.

She yanked the blanket up to cover Yvonne,

as she hurried past the

door clicked shut

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

definitely off. Especially,

was breathing hard, barely holding onto his senses as

right away. "Mr.

Night Owl, fast. I

years of late nights and wild

with something

last bit

Yvonne both tumbled into a long, feverish

was Yvonne with him-and

bit of his pent-up

in his ass, but in the dream, Xander showed