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“Do you know a lady called Memphis?”
I forced a frown onto my face and shook my head. “No?”
“I met her last time I was here. I’ll never forget her name . . . Memphis.”
“Sorry.” I shook my head again and swallowed hard. “I don’t know her. She may have been a hotel guest.”
“Pity.” He sighed. “I was hoping to see her again.”
A glaze of disappointment clouded his eyes. The elevator dinged, and I led him to my room.
“Number thirteen, huh? Unlucky for some. Not for you, though, right?”
This was exactly my take on living in room number thirteen. It was curious to hear it from someone else.
“Right,” I agreed. “Can you put them on the counter, please?”
Billy had no trouble lifting all the bags onto the counter, and his biceps bulged beneath his checkered shirt as if begging me to touch them.
He tipped an imaginary hat. “I’ll be off then.”
“Thank you for your help.”
“Any time.” Billy strode out the door, and I collapsed onto my dining chair.
His scent lingered . . . leather, cologne, hot-blooded man. Billy was the first man I’d ever let into my room, other than my asshole boss, who’d shown me around when I’d first arrived at the hotel.
Having Billy here made such an impression that I grabbed my phone and dialed Lolly.
“Hey, babe, what’s up?”
Lolita and I rarely phoned each other; most of our communication was done by text, at the gym, or at our karate dojo. A phone call meant something serious, and she'd picked up on it right away. I loved her for that.
“I did some interesting shopping today.”
“Interesting, how?” She munched on an apple or something just as crisp.
“I bought three new wigs and a sexy little dress.”
“Ha, perfect. You’ll have to show me.”
“I will. Anyway, that’s not why I’m calling. So, because I did the groceries as well and I had so many bags, I caught a cab back to the hotel. When I got here, I was trying to pick it all up and, well . . . this guy offered to help me.”
“Annnnddd?”
“Do you remember my urban cowboy?”
“What? The hot guy with the cowboy hat and boots from weeks ago?”
“Yep, that’s the one. He’s back.”
“Oooh. Exciting. What happened?”
“He came to my room.”
“Your room? Yes! About fucking time. I want details. Details, babe.”
“It’s nothing like that. He just helped me with my bags and then he left.”
