Chapter 5
“I’ll take care of it,” he said.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that,” I said. By this time, I was more than a little drunk. Not falling-off-the-barstool drunk, but drunk enough that I wouldn’t trust myself behind the wheel of a car or to make any smart decisions.
“I know I don’t haveto,” he said, rising from his seat, “but I wantto.”
We left the bar together and were waiting in the lobby for the elevator when he leaned into me and whispered, “Come to my room.” I wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling. Whatever the case, I didn’t hesitate to follow him onto the elevator and get off with him on the eighth floor. He was handsome and suave, and I was bored and horny.
Once we were in his room with the door closed and locked behind us, I felt the need to tell him, “I’m not a prostitute.”
He laughed a little as he emptied his pockets onto the nightstand. “I didn’t think you were.”
“I mean, I don’t go around picking up guys in hotel bars.”