“Seven,” Brandon answered, looking as though he wasn’t sure he should have. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two plastic key cards. He ran them through a scanner.
“Great. How about a drink?”
Brandon shook his head. “I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
“Not gay?”
“Well, I, I’m not sure that’s your business, sir, but yes, I am.”
Tim grinned. “Okay, so what’s the harm in one drink? Is it against resort rules?”
“Probably.”
“You can come to my room for the drink, then, and no one will see you.”
“That most definitely would be against resort rules.” Brandon handed him the key cards and a resort map. He picked up a pen and circled a group of rooms. “Your room is here. Take the garden elevators to the left of the lobby up to the fourth floor.”
“Meet me in the bar at seven fifteen.”
“Enjoy your stay, sir.”
“Seven fifteen,” Tim called as he stepped away from the reception desk.4