The knock came again, louder this time.
Michael’s face changed. His jaw tightened. He stood up fast and took one step toward the door.
“Who the hell knocks like that and demands to see someone in a hotel room just like that?” he muttered.
I grabbed his arm. “Don’t. Please. If you open that door and she sees you and I, I’m finished. The manager already cut my pay once. This will get me fired.”
He looked at my hand on his arm, then at my face. For a second I thought he would still go. His eyes were dark with anger. But he stopped. He pulled in a slow breath and stepped back.
“Fine,” he said. “But this is rude.”
We stayed quiet. My heart beat hard in my chest. Outside, the staff member knocked one more time.
“Favour? Are you there?”
I didn’t answer. Michael watched the door like he wa
