his help right now.
“So it’s pretty simple. You are all clear on what you need to do?”
“Yes, master,” he joked. “I will do this on one condition.”
Oh no, here it was.
“I’m not going to date you, Spike.”
“One kiss. I want one kiss. And I don’t mean a peck on the cheek. I want a full French kiss.”
I rolled my eyes. “You have got to be joking.”
“Nope.”
“I won’t do that.”
“Then get someone else to do it.” He began walking away.
I rubbed my face. “OK. OK. But I say when it’s done.”
“Three minutes. I want a full three minutes on your lips.”
My eyebrows rose. Damn, he was desperate. Honestly, I didn’t think my lips were that inviting.
“OK. Now go. Go up.”
He smiled looking as if he had won the lottery.
* * *
O h sweet cheeks , your lips are going to taste delicious. As I made my way into the hotel, I started to wonder how on earth I was going to pull this off. I envisioned going upstairs, knocking on the door and saying, “Do you mind if I delete that video you made of Meghan and Chase, I have a kiss riding on it?” And her reply, “For a kiss? Of course. Actually why don’t you screw me while you’re at it, too? You hot stud muffin.”
Ok, maybe I was fantasizing a little too much. But a guy can hope, right?
From the moment I entered I could see the dude behind the counter eyeing me up and down. Either he was gay or he was wondering what business I had being there.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can, Walt,” I glanced at his name tag.
That was the key. Use people’s names. Make them feel human. I’d seen the tactic on numerous FBI shows.
“I’m here to see Leann Turner.”
“And you are?”
“Boyfriend.”
He frowned, showing his skepticism. Turning to one side, he picked up a phone and I could hear him whispering something along the lines of… There is a gentleman here to see you. Says he is your boyfriend.
A second later he put the phone down.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
I leaned against the counter and smirked.
“Walt, that’s what she always says. It’s the code for, come up and let’s get groovy.”
“Sir, do I look like a fool?”
“No, Walt, you look like an exceptional man. I’m guessing you shoot below par on the golf course and have your pick of women, most nights? Am I right? Am I right?”
“I would suggest you leave now before I call security.”
“Walt, there’s no need for the hate. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
He raised his eyebrows, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
“OK. OK. I’m going but don’t you be expecting a tip. Or a discount on your morning coffee. Yeah, I know you get it from us. Bad mistake.”
I walked back outside the hotel.
“Ok, plan B.”
There were several entrances into the hotel. Three to be exact. These provided guests with a shorter, and easier access to the ground-level rooms. I would just wait for a guest to come out or go in and slip in behind them.
I only had to wait another ten minutes before an old couple came out. I slipped past them doing my best to avoid the cameras. Luckily the front desk didn’t monitor them. The hotel was known for keeping recordings but they weren’t monitored by a security team. The place was not Fort Knox. It was some poor attempt at being an upscale hotel in a dingy town.
Once inside, I made my way to the stairwell. I didn’t want to use the elevators, as those were located in the lobby. In full view of Walt.
Meghan had told me it was room 303. I made it up to the third level and shuffled down the hallway. I hadn’t really thought of what to say. Should I knock and say I was room service? Then bust my way in and hold her captive while I deleted her phone and made her swear that she hadn’t taken any copies? Or should I pretend I was an avid fan?
Ah what the hell, I was never one for planning. I banged on the door and stepped to the side. I didn’t want her seeing through the peephole who it was. She had been into
“So it’s pretty simple. You are all clear on what you need to do?”
“Yes, master,” he joked. “I will do this on one condition.”
Oh no, here it was.
“I’m not going to date you, Spike.”
“One kiss. I want one kiss. And I don’t mean a peck on the cheek. I want a full French kiss.”
I rolled my eyes. “You have got to be joking.”
“Nope.”
“I won’t do that.”
“Then get someone else to do it.” He began walking away.
I rubbed my face. “OK. OK. But I say when it’s done.”
“Three minutes. I want a full three minutes on your lips.”
My eyebrows rose. Damn, he was desperate. Honestly, I didn’t think my lips were that inviting.
“OK. Now go. Go up.”
He smiled looking as if he had won the lottery.
* * *
O h sweet cheeks , your lips are going to taste delicious. As I made my way into the hotel, I started to wonder how on earth I was going to pull this off. I envisioned going upstairs, knocking on the door and saying, “Do you mind if I delete that video you made of Meghan and Chase, I have a kiss riding on it?” And her reply, “For a kiss? Of course. Actually why don’t you screw me while you’re at it, too? You hot stud muffin.”
Ok, maybe I was fantasizing a little too much. But a guy can hope, right?
From the moment I entered I could see the dude behind the counter eyeing me up and down. Either he was gay or he was wondering what business I had being there.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can, Walt,” I glanced at his name tag.
That was the key. Use people’s names. Make them feel human. I’d seen the tactic on numerous FBI shows.
“I’m here to see Leann Turner.”
“And you are?”
“Boyfriend.”
He frowned, showing his skepticism. Turning to one side, he picked up a phone and I could hear him whispering something along the lines of… There is a gentleman here to see you. Says he is your boyfriend.
A second later he put the phone down.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
I leaned against the counter and smirked.
“Walt, that’s what she always says. It’s the code for, come up and let’s get groovy.”
“Sir, do I look like a fool?”
“No, Walt, you look like an exceptional man. I’m guessing you shoot below par on the golf course and have your pick of women, most nights? Am I right? Am I right?”
“I would suggest you leave now before I call security.”
“Walt, there’s no need for the hate. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
He raised his eyebrows, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
“OK. OK. I’m going but don’t you be expecting a tip. Or a discount on your morning coffee. Yeah, I know you get it from us. Bad mistake.”
I walked back outside the hotel.
“Ok, plan B.”
There were several entrances into the hotel. Three to be exact. These provided guests with a shorter, and easier access to the ground-level rooms. I would just wait for a guest to come out or go in and slip in behind them.
I only had to wait another ten minutes before an old couple came out. I slipped past them doing my best to avoid the cameras. Luckily the front desk didn’t monitor them. The hotel was known for keeping recordings but they weren’t monitored by a security team. The place was not Fort Knox. It was some poor attempt at being an upscale hotel in a dingy town.
Once inside, I made my way to the stairwell. I didn’t want to use the elevators, as those were located in the lobby. In full view of Walt.
Meghan had told me it was room 303. I made it up to the third level and shuffled down the hallway. I hadn’t really thought of what to say. Should I knock and say I was room service? Then bust my way in and hold her captive while I deleted her phone and made her swear that she hadn’t taken any copies? Or should I pretend I was an avid fan?
Ah what the hell, I was never one for planning. I banged on the door and stepped to the side. I didn’t want her seeing through the peephole who it was. She had been into
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