“Fury and Rage get to share the Bridal Suite at the Waldorf tonight. It was the only room still available.”
Joe looked between the two of them and saw their sorry ass faces and laughed too. How could you not? It was freakin’ hysterical—well it might not be if it were me, but for once I’d planned ahead. None of us were good at that.
“You know, I booked you all rooms there already—even Cyn and Chaos. When I found out Wrath and Flame were going to be there I figured why not,” Joe said.
‘I don’t have to share the Bridal Suite with Fury?”
“Not unless you want to,” Joe said with a laugh. “I mean I don’t want to deny you…”
“Shut up. Don’t freakin’ go there,” Rage said. I never saw him look so happy about anything, Fury too.
“Fury, you’d better call back and cancel the room.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
“How come you didn’t tell us, Joe?”
“I was going to last night, but then umm we had the little issue…” Joe raised his eyebrows at me. “So it slipped my mind. I figured you didn’t want to drop in on Jack and Sally so late.”
“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Chaos said. “You didn’t have to get us a room though.”
“Why not? Michelle and Teresa have been staying at Cynda’s, so it’s a full house right?”
Cyn nodded her head. It was obvious she was wondering how we were all going to stay there. It was three bedrooms but we’d been spending so much time together a little space would be a good thing. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to be alone with Chaos. It’s not like they even had a honeymoon, unless you call the European Tour a honeymoon, and even I wouldn’t call it that.
Cyn kissed Joe on his bald head. “Thanks, I appreciate it. I guess we’re going to have to figure out the logistics.”
“Flight number 5326 for New York’s J.F.K. Airport is boarding at Gate 27.”
“Is that our flight?”
“Yes. C’mon guys. Let’s get going. I don’t want to miss the flight.”
Lucky for us the gate was three down from the Private Club Room and being in First Class we got right on. There are definitely advantages to having money and being well known.
We filled up half of the first class section and I’m sure the Flight Attendants expected grief. I think Rage scared the woman when he asked for a blanket, but then he scares almost everyone. I didn’t know about the rest of them but I was beat. I wanted a bed and Michelle then I’d be fucking happy.
I took the window and Wrath sat on the aisle. With one last look out the window at England, I closed my eyes, pulled the blanket around me, and fell asleep.
Chapter Five
Michelle…
The Waldorf Astoria…freakin’ cool. A doorman opened the taxi door for me and Teresa, just like a couple of movie stars. Yeah, I’m a jaded New Yorker but sometimes it still gets to you, you know? I mean wow. We followed him through the glass doors and up a short flight of steps to the marble lobby. Wall-to-wall marble with gold accents everywhere. For a second I wondered if we should find someplace else. This was so out of our league. Flame would if think so too I’d bet, way too much for him. We’re not the glamorous type.
Was Teresa thinking the same thing? Neither of us did or said anything, just followed the directions the doorman gave us to the reservations area. The doorman had kept our bags and said they’d be sent along. I wasn’t sure what he meant but then a bellman showed up with our bags on a cart and waited quietly.
A crowd filled the lobby but not as many people as I expected. Flame had sent a textearlier about the hotel being booked solid because there was some kind of convention going on. The people who were waiting looked like they’d stepped off a Paris runway. Teresa and I shrugged. It was a freakin’ hotel, and we were checking in not going to some fancy restaurant. What’s wrong with these people? The women were mostly wearing high heels, short skirts, or dresses, and there wasn’t a man without a suit. “I am starting to feel like a kid playing dress up.”
Teresa giggled. “I know what you mean. Shit, I didn’t think about getting dressed up to check in to a hotel.”
“No shit.”
After a short wait it was our turn at the reservation desk. “I…uh…we have reservations. Two rooms.”
The desk clerk looked at me and then Teresa. If he’d said anything obnoxious I would have been over the top of desk before he could blink. Lucky for him he kept his mouth shut. “Your names?”
“They’re not under our names.” As I got out my wallet with my ID I saw the look, andagain with the fuckin’ eyebrow. I swear. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I was wound tighter than the strings on Wrath’s guitar. “I think they’re under Eric Matthews and Chris Reynolds.” At least I hoped they were. I never bothered to ask Flame. Stupid. Oh well.
