Katherine Wilson
I knocked on the door even hard after a few minutes. "Cameron!" I called loudly, my patients wearing thin.
I stepped back in shock when Lance opened the hotel door, his arm and body blocking my chance to enter.
"Can I help you?" he asked, obnoxiously irritated.
"No. Where's Cameron?" I wondered, climbing on the tip of my toes to look behind him and into the hotel room.
"He's not here" Lance informed me.
"That's not possible. He told me to meet him here." I placed my hands on my hips and tapped my feet.
"Well he took off with the other guys. You can come in and check if you'd like" Lance offered stepping out of the way. I considered taking a look for myself but why should I? He had no reason to lie.
Besides, I would never want to be alone in a hotel room with Lance.
