Seven.
Hours.
ARGH!
She tried keeping her eyes off the clock. It was the only way she’d survive.
Because, dang, her lady parts, which had begun slow dancing last night, were lined up and ready to do the Cha Cha Slide today.
Was she really going to do this? She began to waiver as each hour passed. By the time she was locking up the bar, she had reconsidered her decision about a thousand times.
It was a little after midnight. Maybe he wasn’t even awake. Maybe she’d knock and he’d come to the door all groggy and send her away.
Maybe he’d gotten tired of waiting and gone out to one of the local night clubs.
He was too good-looking for her.
Too rich.
Too sweet.
Noel hovered in the foyer by the lobby for a full minute before taking a deep breath and slipping into one of the elevators.
She had no problem remembering his room number. It was something she’d burned into her memory this morning when she’d closed the door on her way out.
The elevator doors opened on the fifth floor and she froze.
After about thirty seconds they closed. She hit the “five” button again and they swooshed open. Noel wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.
The doors swooshed closed again.
Stepping from one foot to the other she hit the five button one more time.
This time she stepped out of the elevator into the silent hallway.
If she went to his room, what kind of woman did this make her? She barely knew him.
And then she remembered last night. How he’d kept telling her that he couldn’t take advantage of her when she’d taken a pain killer. And she’d just been in the ER.
But he’d wanted to.
And god knows, she’d been willing. A little high, for sure, but she’d known what she was doing.
She tiptoed down the hallway to room 511. And then knocked. If he didn’t answer the door right away then–
The door swung open and all doubt evaporated when he peered at her with those incredible dark eyes of his. The foyer light reflected off his black hair and he looked to be freshly shaven.
He’d shaved for her? A little smile tipped up the corners of his mouth. “I was beginning to think you were gonna stand me up.”
Mesmerized by the wonderfulness that was Elliot Stanton, she dumbly shook her head side to side. He pulled the door open and stepped back so she could enter. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, but the tail was still tucked into his black dress pants. He wasn’t wearing any shoes though, just socks. And he smelled so good. He’d showered and shaved and put on more of that delicious cologne.
For her.
A lamp glowed by one of the beds and the drapes were opened wide. Not much had changed since she’d been here last night, well this morning.
Except now she was nervous.
Elliot closed and locked the door behind her and then crouched down by the mini fridge. “I don’t suppose you want something to drink? Are you hungry?” She hadn’t eaten anything all night, which was unusual for her. Maybe if she ate something, they could break the ice again. She turned her back to the window. When he looked up at her, she nodded.
