tiptoed to her room and motioned for him to follow. Conrad glanced back at Amber’s room as a pair of shoes hit the door and a belt was ripped off really fast. He turned back, swallowing hard, grabbed the gin and trail mix, and followed Leslie.
“Sorry about that.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Conrad cleared his throat before taking a long drink from the bottle.
“I meant to tell you that I have two friends with me.”
“Two?”
“I’m not sure where Josie is.”
“Hopefully in Amber’s bed. For that guy’s sake.” Conrad grinned, clearly teasing her.
Leslie, suddenly warm from what she had just witnessed and the fact that this sexy hunk of man was now in her room, turned on the fan above the bed. “You want to watch more TV?” She didn’t know what else to say or where to look. When Conrad didn’t reply, she finally looked over to him and realized he was watching her.
“What?” she asked, leaning away from him.
“Who was that again?” Conrad laughed.
“Amber,” Leslie said. “She’s definitely into guys. Works at a high class bar back in New York. I thought I was going to have to go hunt her down tomorrow morning. She’s kind of out there in the dangerously exciting area of life.”
“I’ll bet,” Conrad laughed. “Did she know that guy?”
“They just met tonight when we were at the Mexican restaurant.”
“Damn! Tacos sound good now.” Conrad groaned as he leaned back, fluffing Leslie’s pillows and staring at the TV that was still on.
Leslie watched him for a moment and noticed his eyes didn’t linger very long on the screen. In fact, his eyes landed on her just a few seconds after she hugged her knees again and pretended like she was watching the show. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabbed her glasses and put them on, wondering if the thought of dating someone who wore glasses might put him off. It was a stupid thought but she was tired and hardly wore them.
Instead of looking away, Conrad kept looking at her. His eyes darted to the TV whenever she would look over her shoulder at him very obviously. It was kind of cute and she found it hard to resist. She moved back against the pillows beside him and watched the TV, handing him the remote while they both tried to ignore the very obvious sounds of Amber getting the best sex she’d probably ever had. Between the moaning, screaming, and the thumping of the bed posts, Leslie felt like they’d been thrown into a porno. She looked at Conrad, who was having a hard time controlling his laughter as he shook his head at the absurdity of it all. She gave him a shove, trying to get him to be a little mature, just for the sake of the fact that it was her friend over there getting pleasured.
They both heard when Josie came home, walking through the suite with heavy feet. Clearly intoxicated, she went into the kitchen, rummaging around. She was looking to score some food that Leslie had no doubt taken and called her own during their initial raiding party. Her footsteps trailed away from the kitchen before she started heading closer and closer to the room where Leslie and Conrad were hiding out. Something told Leslie that Josie hadn’t caught on to the fact that the erotic noises in her head weren’t actually in her head, and that it was actually Amber making the noises in the next room.
Conrad and Leslie watched as the doorknob turned and slowly pushed open, like some horrific scene out of Jurassic Park before Josie waddled into the room, rubbing her eyes and looking like she’d definitely partied most of the night away. Without saying a word, she walked up to the trail mix, glancing at Conrad and Leslie before she turned and looked at the TV.
“Leslie, you’re so lame,” Josie chuckled, shaking her head at the sight of their beloved, cheesy show on the screen. “We’re in freaking paradise and you’re watching that show we watch at home. What’s up with that?” She turned and looked at Leslie again before she
“Sorry about that.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Conrad cleared his throat before taking a long drink from the bottle.
“I meant to tell you that I have two friends with me.”
“Two?”
“I’m not sure where Josie is.”
“Hopefully in Amber’s bed. For that guy’s sake.” Conrad grinned, clearly teasing her.
Leslie, suddenly warm from what she had just witnessed and the fact that this sexy hunk of man was now in her room, turned on the fan above the bed. “You want to watch more TV?” She didn’t know what else to say or where to look. When Conrad didn’t reply, she finally looked over to him and realized he was watching her.
“What?” she asked, leaning away from him.
“Who was that again?” Conrad laughed.
“Amber,” Leslie said. “She’s definitely into guys. Works at a high class bar back in New York. I thought I was going to have to go hunt her down tomorrow morning. She’s kind of out there in the dangerously exciting area of life.”
“I’ll bet,” Conrad laughed. “Did she know that guy?”
“They just met tonight when we were at the Mexican restaurant.”
“Damn! Tacos sound good now.” Conrad groaned as he leaned back, fluffing Leslie’s pillows and staring at the TV that was still on.
Leslie watched him for a moment and noticed his eyes didn’t linger very long on the screen. In fact, his eyes landed on her just a few seconds after she hugged her knees again and pretended like she was watching the show. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabbed her glasses and put them on, wondering if the thought of dating someone who wore glasses might put him off. It was a stupid thought but she was tired and hardly wore them.
Instead of looking away, Conrad kept looking at her. His eyes darted to the TV whenever she would look over her shoulder at him very obviously. It was kind of cute and she found it hard to resist. She moved back against the pillows beside him and watched the TV, handing him the remote while they both tried to ignore the very obvious sounds of Amber getting the best sex she’d probably ever had. Between the moaning, screaming, and the thumping of the bed posts, Leslie felt like they’d been thrown into a porno. She looked at Conrad, who was having a hard time controlling his laughter as he shook his head at the absurdity of it all. She gave him a shove, trying to get him to be a little mature, just for the sake of the fact that it was her friend over there getting pleasured.
They both heard when Josie came home, walking through the suite with heavy feet. Clearly intoxicated, she went into the kitchen, rummaging around. She was looking to score some food that Leslie had no doubt taken and called her own during their initial raiding party. Her footsteps trailed away from the kitchen before she started heading closer and closer to the room where Leslie and Conrad were hiding out. Something told Leslie that Josie hadn’t caught on to the fact that the erotic noises in her head weren’t actually in her head, and that it was actually Amber making the noises in the next room.
Conrad and Leslie watched as the doorknob turned and slowly pushed open, like some horrific scene out of Jurassic Park before Josie waddled into the room, rubbing her eyes and looking like she’d definitely partied most of the night away. Without saying a word, she walked up to the trail mix, glancing at Conrad and Leslie before she turned and looked at the TV.
“Leslie, you’re so lame,” Josie chuckled, shaking her head at the sight of their beloved, cheesy show on the screen. “We’re in freaking paradise and you’re watching that show we watch at home. What’s up with that?” She turned and looked at Leslie again before she
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