I nod once. “I’m game. Ready? One, two, three.”
“Lou Malnati’s,” we both say at the same time.
“Cubs or Sox?” I ask.
“Cubs,” we say at the same time.
“Best Chicago hot dogs?” she asks.
“Portillo’s,” we say at the same time.
It appears we have a lot in common as we continue chatting about landmarks back home as well as restaurants and places we like to visit.
Eventually, we wind up back in front of the diner where we shared dinner, and I bypass it and head toward the bank of elevators. I push the button to call it down here.
“I thought you wanted to explore the resort with me,” she says.
I chuckle. “Yes. I can show you my suite at the resort for starters.”
“You’re in this tower?” she asks.
I nod.
“Me too.”
“What floor?” I ask.
“Nine.”
“Come check out the view from twenty-six,” I suggest.
Her eyes light up a little. “Twenty-six? That’s club level. Pretty snazzy for a dude who works with an organization in Vegas and travels a lot.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “How did you know my floor is club level?”
“Everyone does. I looked at the price list. Out of my range. And twenty-six means you have access to the nightclub, which I’d love to check out while I’m here.” She purses her lips and raises her brows.
“Now you’re just using me for my access,” I tease.
“You can use me for other things,” she says.
At least…I think that’s what she says. She murmurs it low, and my head whips over in her direction. She raises her eyebrows, and yep…I think I might have my hands full. She’s gorgeous, and she’s definitely interested.
Soon enough my hands will be full of those gorgeous tits.
The elevator doors open, and a couple steps off before we step on. I have to insert my room key to access my floor, and the doors slide closed, leaving us alone in a rather small space.
I think about kissing her, but I’m nervous.
I haven’t had a first kiss in a long, long time. Tatum was my last.
Once when we had one of our temporary breakups, she told me she had a one-night stand while we were apart. I lied and said I had, too. I don’t know why I lied. I guess because I didn’t want her to bear the weight of guilt over something that didn’t really matter to me in the end. We were apart. She was free to do what she wanted. I could have, too, but I didn’t want to. She came back to me then, but in the end, what did it matter?
I put Tatum out of my mind as I focus on this woman. Millie, she said. Would it be too cliché for our first kiss to take place on an elevator as I take her up to my room to fuck her until we’re both seeing stars? Maybe this whole thing is one giant cliché, or maybe our first kiss will be out on my balcony so I can think back to my first one-night stand in the Bahamas each time I look at that place for the next thirty days.
I can’t help but wonder how many more will come once she checks out. Maybe this will be it, or maybe vacation-suspended Archer will take pleasure in whatever he can while he can find it.
It’s something to cling to. Sex. I’ll get through this rough patch with a lot of sex. Maybe I’ll make a bucket list of my own.
