“It could definitely be worse.”
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped to the side, allowing me to exit first. I looked at the wall to determine if my room was to the left or the right, and Sylas did the same.
“It was nice meeting you,” I said before heading down the hall.
“It looks like we’re headed in the same direction. I’m in 614.”
“Oh. I guess we’re neighbors. I’m in 612.”
We arrived at our rooms and let ourselves in. I pulled my small suitcase into my room, and just before the door closed, I heard him say, “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
I caught the doorknob, peeked into the hallway, and said, “You do the same.”
I let the door close, turned the lock, and pressed my back against it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Captain Sylas McCoy had me a little hot and bothered.
Today was overwhelming, but Evelyn and Kendall were helpful, without making me feel inadequate. There were a few things I could’ve done more efficiently, and they didn’t hesitate to show me, but they did it with care, which I appreciated. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was the adjoining door.
“Sylas’s fine ass is right on the other side of that door,” I whispered as if there was a chance he could hear me.
The Lord had to be testing me, because why would He make that man so easily accessible? I hadn’t had sex since last summer, and I hadn’t had good sex in even longer than that. Sylas exuded big dick energy, and I swear I could feel it through the walls.
I pushed myself off the door and went further into the room. The television was on with my name displayed on the screen. I picked up the remote, slipped out of my heels, and began flipping through the channels. After finding an old Black sitcom, I took my phone from my purse.
The first people I called were my parents. Right away, they began asking a million questions. I stopped them before the conversation went too far and added my brother to the call. We talked for thirty minutes before I finally had enough.
“I’ll let y’all know as soon as I find out more information. As of now, I’m just here for the night,” I told them.
“Okay, sweetheart. You be safe. Don’t talk to strangers, and?—”
“Ma, I’ll be fine. I love y’all.”
“Love you too,” my mother, father, and brother said simultaneously.
I ended the call and fell back onto the bed. My stomach was indeed scratching my back because I was too nervous to eat a real breakfast. It was a little after six, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to shower, get comfortable, and order room service, or go down to the restaurant.
“Decisions, decisions,” I said aloud.
Instead of actually making a decision, I called Mena to have her decide for me.
“Girl, what took you so long to call me?” she questioned when she answered.
“Hello to you too, bestie.”
“Don’t bestie me. I’ve been waiting hours for a call or text from your ass.”
“Why didn’t you call or text me?”
“Because I didn’t want to interrupt your day? How was your first flight?”
“Good, but I’m stuck in Denver overnight.”
“What? Why?”
I explained the situation to her, and of course, she had questions.
“Are they paying for your room?”
“Yes, sis. Whenever we have to stay overnight, our room is covered.”
