I turn to look at Scottie and Briggs. Briggs has the goofiest smile, and Scottie looks busy scheming up a master plan.
“You can just stay with us in our suite.”
The receptionist practically cuts Briggs off with a snarl of her lips, and says, “We have you booked in our honeymoon suite, Mr. Barlow.”
And there’s the assumption or standard that a relationship can only be between two people. What if I were their third? What if they were bringing me into their relationship? What if I was a groupie they both wanted to fuck? Shit, for all she knows I could be their bull ready to fuck his wife while he’s tied up in the cuck chair begging to be humiliated.
But then I remember we’re in the Bible Belt, or at least close enough to it that I’m sure that goes against anything and everything she’s been taught. The societal norms piss me off, to say the least, but I’ll keep my mouth shut—for now.
“As long as it doesn’t go against your policies, we’re totally fine with it,” Scottie says with the most professional tone I’ve heard from her so far.
“We don’t have any policies that go against it, ma’am.”
“Oh my God,” Scottie says, grabbing her chest in what I’m hoping is just dramatics. “I’m only thirty-two, but when young folks call me ma’am, it makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.”
“I’m sorry to offend you, Mrs. Barlow,” the receptionist says, and I see the gleam in Briggs' eyes and the silence from both of them, without correcting her when calling Scottie by Briggs' last name.
I say to the gal behind the desk, ”Perfect. We’ll take the room cards now and get out of your hair. You all look extremely busy.” I look in the next to empty lobby, and my two grown children beside me are snickering at my expense.
We finally have the room keys, and I’m sending down a thankful prayer to the devil themselves that the hotel was at least dog friendly. Not that anyone would’ve noticed Mildred passed the hell out in her mesh dog carrier perched on my rolling suitcase.
I start leading the way to the massive elevators, and look back at Scottie and Briggs. They’re practically matching with their blonde hair and golden retriever personalities. I joke, “I’ve got my two little blonde bitches with me.”
I swear I see lust fill Briggs’ eyes, and something passes Scottie’s face that I want to dive into deeper.
And I plan to do just that when we get into this room.
* Shame On Me - Catch Your Breath
eight
SCOTTIE
Iscan the room key, and the little light turns green. Opening the door, I immediately find the roses scattered all over the floor. Briggs has my suitcase, so I step to the side and usher the guys into the hotel room.
“Uhh oh, roses all over the floor. Are you two trying to tell me something?” Felyx chuckles as he jokes, but he could be on to something there.
?* Or maybe he isn’t joking…It’s the one thing I’m trying to figure out.
Is he interested in us?
Is there even an us, with Briggs and me?
I don’t fucking know and I’m over questioning myself in my head, so I blurt out, “Felyx…are you single?”
Briggs' brows pull together. He’s probably wondering why in the hell I’m asking, and sure, this is probably a rude question to ask, but it’s killing me not knowing!
I’m nothing if not a nosey bitch.
Once we’re all in the room, he pulls a sleeping Mildred out of her mesh carrier and sits her on the two-seater couch. She doesn’t even open an eye to see what’s going on.
One thing is for certain, that couch is nowhere near big enough for anyone to sleep on besides Mildred. She gets settled, stretched out, and covered up with her orange blanket; he gives me the answer I’ve been dying to know. “I’m single as a Pringle. I’ve been for a while now. I lived in an old folks town back in Florida…and sadly, I don’t have an attraction to the senile, old men or women. Probably the only people I’m not attracted to, being pansexual and all.” He chuckles, but a sadness washes over Felyx’s face when he talks about Florida. I want to ask what that’s about, but I’m at my limit for random questions tonight. I’m sure of it…I make a mental note to ask him in the morning.
I look behind us and see the huge California King bed covered in rose petals. The chilled champagne is sitting on the side table, and there’s a whole goody bag of fun little things a honeymooning couple would need. The room couldn’t be cuter, and I’m sure it’s giving a wild vibe off to Felyx, but in reality, we didn’t know he was going to be in here with us. No matter how much I was hoping he would be.
I turn to look at Briggs and ask him, “Singer Boy, did you book this for us?” His sheepish look tells me everything I need to know, and then he adds a head nod, looking away. For a man who just performed and moved a crowd the way he did, him acting shy never fails to shock me.
But it is my favorite.
