Chapter seven:
"Maybe they made a mistake. Which is possible. But very irritating in a hotel of the Hamptond." I said.
"They better not have. She checks the envelope that the key card came in, then swears under her breath. "Damn it. Wrong room.
I laugh at her chargrined look.
She pulls me down the hallway. Finally, we stop at the door at the end of the long corridor.
She sticks her card key in, then dramatically intones. "Open sesame.
The lock clicks. Finally!
She turns the handle, and we spill into a semi- dark suite together. She puts the plastic in it's shot next to the door and all the lights in the suite come on. Very convenient, because I want to see her.
She pushes me against the wall, her mouth ravenous on mine. I french kiss her back, my need no less intense than before. It's like all the logistics of leaving the club and coming to the hotel and checking in and finding this room have whipped my lust to an Everest- like height as though they were necessary steps before the most sumptuous meal ever.