collapsed into one of the oversized chairs, tears rolling down her cheeks.
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What the fuck was that all about, C J said to himself as he rode the elevator down to the lobby. First, Zoe is ecstatic to see me. In fact she can’t control herself and, for that matter, neither can I, and then she flips out. It seems Ms. Alden’s priority is her work; better to find that out early in the game and move on. Boy do I feel like a jackass for showing up here unannounced. When I tell Logan how shitty her advice was, she’ll probably find a way to blame it on my plan and its execution. This is reason number one to stay unattached.
C J stepped out of the lobby and was immediately assailed by the driving rain as he walked down the steps to the street. Hailing a taxi in driving rain, not an easy feat in New York, proved to take long enough for C J to be pretty well soaked as he slid into the cab’s backseat.
“The Four Seasons,” he told the driver, not looking back at the building.
C J entered the hotel lobby and stalked to the elevators. Frustration had set in on the cab ride. He was determined to change his flight first thing in the morning and head back to Houston as soon as he could. Right now he wanted a hot shower, food and sleep if that was going to be possible. The hot shower made C J feel more human but it did little to brighten his mood. He decided not to eat in his room and risk brooding about the situation. C J rode the elevator down and headed to the bar he had seen while passing through the lobby. They should be able to serve food and right now what it was did not matter. C J wasn’t going to fuss with restaurant service, and he sure as hell was not heading out in the rain again tonight.
C J entered the bar, and his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting while he surveyed the space for a place to sit. Shit, the place was pretty busy. The stools were occupied with the upscale business traveler types, male and female. C J imagined several of these pairs would end up sharing rooms tonight after overindulging in alcohol and then part in the morning, wondering what the hell they had done. The noisiness of the room started to grate on C J, and he was about to turn on his heels and leave when he spotted a small table in the corner near the wait station. Sitting down, he noticed a gorgeous blonde woman checking him out as she nodded her head in answer to whatever her date was saying. C J wanted to react with interest but there was no faking it, so he turned his head and caught the waiter’s attention.
“Scotch, neat,” he said before the waiter could even get the cocktail napkin on the tabletop, “and is there a menu for food service in the bar?” C J added.
“There’s no food service in this bar sir, but I can see about getting you a table in the dining room,” the waiter answered.
“No thanks,” C J answered. “I’ll just head upstairs and order room service later.”
C J’s drink came and he attempted to block out his surroundings because the sight of the couples, heads bent in close conversation, irritated him. Gee I wonder which couple is about to get into an argument in the next five minutes, he thought. This many people, it’s inevitable. Just as he signaled the waiter for a refill, he got his answer. C J saw Zoe in animated conversation with the concierge, and she did not look happy. Not only was she drenched, but apparently she was not getting the information she wanted from the man. Right, C J thought, I didn’t give her my room number and they won’t tell her a damn thing. This should be interesting.
C J’s second Scotch arrived and as he lifted it to his lips Zoe turned, clearly agitated, ready to head to the elevators. What was she going to do, knock on every door on each floor? The concierge immediately stepped from behind his desk, barring her access to anything but the exit to the street. Zoe brusquely pushed the man’s hand from her arm and turned
ℓ
What the fuck was that all about, C J said to himself as he rode the elevator down to the lobby. First, Zoe is ecstatic to see me. In fact she can’t control herself and, for that matter, neither can I, and then she flips out. It seems Ms. Alden’s priority is her work; better to find that out early in the game and move on. Boy do I feel like a jackass for showing up here unannounced. When I tell Logan how shitty her advice was, she’ll probably find a way to blame it on my plan and its execution. This is reason number one to stay unattached.
C J stepped out of the lobby and was immediately assailed by the driving rain as he walked down the steps to the street. Hailing a taxi in driving rain, not an easy feat in New York, proved to take long enough for C J to be pretty well soaked as he slid into the cab’s backseat.
“The Four Seasons,” he told the driver, not looking back at the building.
C J entered the hotel lobby and stalked to the elevators. Frustration had set in on the cab ride. He was determined to change his flight first thing in the morning and head back to Houston as soon as he could. Right now he wanted a hot shower, food and sleep if that was going to be possible. The hot shower made C J feel more human but it did little to brighten his mood. He decided not to eat in his room and risk brooding about the situation. C J rode the elevator down and headed to the bar he had seen while passing through the lobby. They should be able to serve food and right now what it was did not matter. C J wasn’t going to fuss with restaurant service, and he sure as hell was not heading out in the rain again tonight.
C J entered the bar, and his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting while he surveyed the space for a place to sit. Shit, the place was pretty busy. The stools were occupied with the upscale business traveler types, male and female. C J imagined several of these pairs would end up sharing rooms tonight after overindulging in alcohol and then part in the morning, wondering what the hell they had done. The noisiness of the room started to grate on C J, and he was about to turn on his heels and leave when he spotted a small table in the corner near the wait station. Sitting down, he noticed a gorgeous blonde woman checking him out as she nodded her head in answer to whatever her date was saying. C J wanted to react with interest but there was no faking it, so he turned his head and caught the waiter’s attention.
“Scotch, neat,” he said before the waiter could even get the cocktail napkin on the tabletop, “and is there a menu for food service in the bar?” C J added.
“There’s no food service in this bar sir, but I can see about getting you a table in the dining room,” the waiter answered.
“No thanks,” C J answered. “I’ll just head upstairs and order room service later.”
C J’s drink came and he attempted to block out his surroundings because the sight of the couples, heads bent in close conversation, irritated him. Gee I wonder which couple is about to get into an argument in the next five minutes, he thought. This many people, it’s inevitable. Just as he signaled the waiter for a refill, he got his answer. C J saw Zoe in animated conversation with the concierge, and she did not look happy. Not only was she drenched, but apparently she was not getting the information she wanted from the man. Right, C J thought, I didn’t give her my room number and they won’t tell her a damn thing. This should be interesting.
C J’s second Scotch arrived and as he lifted it to his lips Zoe turned, clearly agitated, ready to head to the elevators. What was she going to do, knock on every door on each floor? The concierge immediately stepped from behind his desk, barring her access to anything but the exit to the street. Zoe brusquely pushed the man’s hand from her arm and turned
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