"What the hell is going on here?" Jordanasked.
"I don't know what you're talkingabout."
"Don't give me that. Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm dumb. I wasn't locked away like Lucky. Now what isallthis?"
Dylan laughed. "I've had my eye on you since LA. I like you and like I said, I wanted to get to know youbetter."
"Yeah, I've heard about you bass players," Jordan said playfully. "Everyone always says to watch out for the lead guitarist, but it's really the bass player who needs to bewatched."
"Ha. You caught me." He smiled and waved over a waiter. "What would you like todrink?"
"I'll haveaCoke."
"And...?"
"And? How many drinks shouldIhave?"
"No, aCokeand...?"
"Ice?"
He laughed as he shook his head. "Amazing. I'll have the same. Guess there goesthatplan."
"A plan? Spill it,"shesaid.
"My diabolical plan was to get you drunk and have my way with you." He raised his eyebrows and gave her alopsidedgrin.
"Well, who said you had to get medrunk?"
They spent the evening talking about whatever came to mind. Jordan counted it as the best date of her life. Time flew by and before either of them realized it, the staff was cleaning the restaurantaroundthem.
"I'm glad you had dinner with me," he said. "We should make this a regular thing. I meant what I said before. I want to get toknowyou."
"I'dlovethat."
As the elevator doors closed, Dylan leaned back against the elevator wall again, this time holding her hand. Jordan gave him a sly glance as she waited for him to kiss her but then decided she shouldn't havetowait.
Turning towards him, he met her halfway and their lips locked. He was so much taller than her that she stood on tiptoes until he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around hiswaist.
Her heart raced as he pushed her against the wall and pressed himself against her. She ran her fingers over his stubbled cheek and into his hair as he pressed her tighteragainsthim.
Reaching for the elevator buttons, he hoped to stop it and not interrupt their moment, but then he heard a loud ding. The elevator slowed and opened its doors. He was too late, they were at their floor. He eased her down gently and they stood there looking at eachother.
He slid his fingers between hers and they held hands. She didn't think her heart would stop pounding. As they walked down the hall, she tried to quietly control her breathing since she was still excited fromtheirkiss.
He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, slowing their walk but not saying a word. When they got to her room, she thought about inviting him in but quickly changed her mind. She was sharing a bus with Dylan for the next couple of weeks. If they slept together too soon, it could ruineverything.
"I'm not even going to ask," he said before smiling at her then slowly kissing her lips. "We have plenty of time. I'll see you in themorning."
Her heart skipped as she listened to him. She made a mental note to ask him about his strange accent, which sounded like a combination of places yet somehowsuitedhim.
Grabbing him, she gave him one final deep kiss before she slowly, regretfully entered her hotel room byherself.
