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OOC: I have literally been gone for a millenium lol
But
Do you want to keep this thread going? I'm down if you are lol
It's fine if not though since it's been so long
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Bumping for you maybeΒΏ?
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Grayson's soft brown optics travelled carefully over her expression as he pondered her words. The corners of his mouth edged into a slight smile before he dipped his head in approval. "As you wish." He allowed. The man pulled his cellular device from his pocket and quickly flicked his thumbs across its glossy surface. "I'll message my driver to pick us up, and I'll tell Alexander to prepare the suite. Is there anything else you'd need to make your night more comfortable?" He asked, his pupils flickering up from his phone to gauge Hazel's response.
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Hazel felt relief flood over her as he agreed to stay with her. She racked her brain for anything she may need to get ready for tomorrowβs repeat interview, or to feel more comfortable. βI could definitely use a hot shower,β she half-laughed. βNot that, you know, you could shower me...β she mentally facepalmed herself, as she sounded quite ridiculous stumbling over her words. There was just something about Grayson that made her nerves shot. βI, um, I should be fine, thanks.β Her eyes flickered from his intense gaze back towards the ground. βThank you again,β she spoke after a moment. βYou could have totally left me here.β She wasnβt his responsibility, after all, though she was more than glad he offered to take her in.
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Grayson's left side of his maw coiled into a crooked grin at her awkward response. Watching her stumble over her words was something he'd already grown a bit attached to. Still, he composed himself and gave a bow of his head. "Very well. There's a shower along with a jetted-whirlpool bathtub, as well. You're free to use either as you wish." He informed her. After finishing his message to his driver, the male slid his glossy phone back into his pocket. "I like taking care of my employees." The millionaire gave her a wink and a smile.
Not long after, a smooth, black-painted Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb. A thin, thick-haired male stooped out from the driver's side and gave a slight bow as he opened the door for Mr. Masarotto and his fae. It wasn't uncommon that the hotel-owner had a pretty lady by his side when he called to get picked up.
"After you, Hazel." Grayson motioned with his hand for the brunette to enter the fancy vehicle. Then, to the side, he turned to his driver and gave him a kind smile. "Thank you, Jeremy."
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Hazel refrained from gaping her mouth open at Graysonβs mention of the commodities from within his room. Back at her and Mimiβs apartment, there was one small tub that had a cheap shower head with awful pressure. This was much beyond her comfort zoneβ all of it, from staying the night in the company of a man sheβd only just met, along with the accommodations he was more than willing to make for her. She nodded in response, finally, before glancing up just in time for his remark about taking care of his employees. Her chest tightened, though she wasnβt sure if it was more for the mention of employee or the wink heβd sent her way.
Hazel could still feel the alcohol buzzing through her system, though a lot less evident than before, by the time the vehicle had arrived. She offered the driver a warm smile as she climbed into the car before Grayson. As he followed after her, she couldnβt help but watch his every movement. So many urges rushed through her mind, though she did her best to push them down. Nothing good could come of her reaching across the back seat and pressing her lips against his, but, what if? She realized he was speaking as she caught her gaze quickly and removed her lip from between her teeth. Hopefully through the darkness he wasnβt able to tell. -
The car departed from the bar smoothly, only the soft sound of its tires against the gravel alerting the atmosphere to its departure.
Grayson was on his phone for the first few minutes of the driving, checking in with Alexander to make sure the suite was prepped for his guest. Once he felt secure that the space was adequate for the brown-haired fae, he turned his attention to her. The lighting was dim, but his keen eyesight still captured her lip snug between her teeth before she quickly neutralized her expression. Had she been watching him? The corners of his lips struggled against the urge to smile. "Are you okay?" He asked seriously. He was referencing the spat she'd had earlier with that dark-haired man. And, of course, he just wanted to check in and make sure she was comfortable. It was probably a little sketchy to climb into a car with a man you barely knew.
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Hazel slowly nodded at his words, fixating her eyes on the back of the seat in front of her. Nothing about tonight had gone as planned, absolutely nothing. Down to the fact that she was leaving the bar with Grayson, of all people. This was so odd, all of it. Her stomach started churning and she clutched it, begging herself not to get sick, as she leaned her head against the cool window. She realized the feeling was hunger, as she hadnβt eaten since before her interview this morning. βAny chance we could grab a bite to eat?β She said, keeping her position.
Hazel was never one to get sick while drinking, but there was a lot going on right now. Where the hell was Mimi? She hit the power button on her phone, but surprise surprise, dead. Her mind briefly went to the argument sheβd just had with one of her oldest friends, but she quickly pushed the thought away. It was the last thing she needed on her mind, anyway.