“There’s a reason they tell you to keep it in the sleeve.” I’m always amused at how many people don’t know this. It’s happened to me on one occasion and that’s all it took for me to remember to put in in there. At his raised eyebrows, I continue, “If you put it in with the rest of the credit cards in your wallet, it can sometimes erase the card.”
“How does that even work?” He gently pulls the card from my hand, turning it back and forth. Looking for something that can explain this.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Technology magic?”
He pulls me back to him and brings his mouth to my ear. “I guess it’s a good thing you came back with me after all.” The way his breath tickles my ear sends tingles down my spine. I know what that mouth is capable of, and if it wasn’t for this damn door, I’d be experiencing it right now. He leans back. “Seriously,” he smirks, knowing damn well what he’s doing, and how it affects me. “I would have been here for another thirty minutes trying to get it to work before admitting defeat.”
“Well, I guess you better get your ass down to the concierge desk and get a new one.”
“Why’s that?” An older couple walks behind, knowing smiles gracing their face as they pass us by. No doubt thinking about what they were like when they first started dating. Or hell, maybe they still act that way. I’ve never seen a long-lasting relationship except my parents, and half the time they don’t look like they even like each other. At least, not then. “Serena?”
His voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “Um, because the bed is in there, and we are out here.” I’m playing innocent when he knows damn well why we both want in that room.
“You mean, you want to use the bed to sleep?”
“I do like my sleep,” I tap my finger against my chin. My lips curling at the game we’re playing.
“Hmm, I guess I could go get a new one so you can get some sleep.” He winks at me as he turns back toward the elevators. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Rolling my eyes, I slide down the door until my butt hits the floor. “Hurry up, tease. We’d already be in there if you listened to the clerk when they gave you the card.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he mock salutes and picks up his pace.
My heart soars as I watch him rush down the hallway and then disappear into the hallway. This is a playful side I’m not sure others get to see. I’m only happy he allows me in. Allows me to witness the soft side of his hard exterior.
I know I have a good ten or fifteen minutes until he comes back. I might as well do something useful.
* * *
Serena: Hey girl, did you make it home okay?
Hazel: Yep. Snug in my bed. You home?
Serena: Nope. At the hotel with Bentley.
Hazel: Why the hell are you texting me?????
Serena: He had to get the key card reprogrammed.
Hazel: That’s funny. Maybe next time he’ll learn.
Serena: Maybe…
Hazel: Y’all look really happy. You have a glow you haven’t had in months.
Serena: Thanks. Do you think it’s too soon to be this into him?
Hazel: Nope. If you’re happy, run with it. You gotta do you.
* * *
The elevator door dings, and seconds later I see Bentley step into the hallway.
* * *
Serena: Thanks. He’s back, gotta go.
Hazel: Have fun. ;)
