“I guess maybe not because some people just...I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you. You officially know more of my baggage than my best friend, who I haven’t talked to in four months because I’m an unhappy, terrible workaholic, and she’s just as bad.”
“Well, you’re in my hotel room, I’m half-dressed.... It seems logical really.”
“My phone?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah.” That was why she was here. Her phone. The one on his bed. He’d completely forgotten. It hadn’t seemed to matter.
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes wide. “I kind of forgot. About my phone. Which I never do, because I’m addicted to using my phone. How sad is that? I am addicted to my phone. To keeping plugged into my office when I’m not there. Sometimes I get so caught up in work email during dinner that I forget to pay attention to the show on my DVR. So I record shows, because I’m too busy to watch them when they come on, then I put them on and I ignore them! I am a mess.”
“You really are.”
“I need to relax.”
“I agree.”
“Do you know what I need?” she asked, her small breasts rising and falling with the sharp pitch of her breathing.
“What?” he asked, his stomach tightening.
“I just need to relax.”
“I agree.”
“I need...” Her eyes had dropped back down to his chest. “I need to...make a decision instead of just flying under the radar. I think I need to cut loose.” Her eyes met his again. “Got any ideas?”
“I do. But I’m a stranger and I’m pretty sure none of the ideas I have are appropriate for strangers.”
“We shared a cab,” she said, a desperate light in her dark gaze now.
“Well, then, I guess that changes things. Kiss me.”
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