Elizabeth’s POV:
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I had just polished off a second tiny bottle of alcohol from the room’s mini-bar when someone began knocking on my door. Out of fear that it was Ashton, I remained curled up on the sofa, not uttering a single word. He’d get the hint. Right?
“Liz, it’s Jonesy. Open the door. I know you’re there. I promise I’m alone.”
Good ol’ Malcolm. Ashton must have told him what happened, or at least his version of what had happened between us tonight. There was a slight sway in my steps as I approached the door. What the hell was in these little bottles of liquor?
I cracked the door open to peek out at Malcolm. He said he was alone, but I had to make sure.
He took one look at me and said, “Damn Lizzy, you look like hell!”
“Gee, thanks, Jonesy. It’s lovely to
