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Call me as soon as you're back from Boston.
My hand shakes as I type out the message before my thumb hits send.
The same chime rings through the air.
"His phone is in that room," I murmur, my voice shaking as intensely as my hands.
Chapter 22
"Do you see what I mean?" Rebecca giggles as the elderly security guard presses his ear to the door, listening to Nathan's phone ringing. "My friend left her cell phone in there when she was visiting Mr. Moore."
I throw her a small smile, grateful that she pulled out the composure to lie for me.
"We just need a minute to get it back. That and her bra." She practically yells the last word at him and it definitely has the desired effect.
"I...uh..." His face flushes a deep shade of crimson at the mere suggestion that I left lingerie in a room. "I'm not supposed to let people in."
"I know." Rebecca pats him on the back. "The thing is, her and Mr. Moore had a fight and she can't talk to him right now. She's really emotional because it's that time of the month."
I grimace at the words. He does too and I can tell that she's pushing every single one of the buttons that make him incredibly uncomfortable.
"Let me see if he's here." He pulls a radio out of his belt and punches in Nathan's room number. We all listen intently at the sound of the room's phone ringing beyond the barrier of the wooden door.
"He's out." Rebecca leans close to him. "Probably chasing another skirt."
I roll my eyes in her direction but she's solely focused on her mission to get this poor man to open the door and break every rule he's ever been taught.
"You've got two minutes," he whispers as he pulls a master key card from his pocket and swipes it. The green light shines as he pulls the doorknob down, pushing the door open just enough so I can sneak in.
Rebecca nods to me as she starts chattering to him about how brave he is and what a selfless job he's doing protecting all the patrons of the hotel.
I slip into the darkened room and fumble with the light switch. As the small lamps on the table flicker on, I'm overcome with a rush of emotions. It's exactly the same as I remember it. This is the room. The same room that Nathan fucked me in and promised he gave up for me.
My eyes dart to the counter near the bank of windows. Everything is in its place. It's obvious the cleaning staff have gone through the room recently. The glasses are all spotless and lined neatly in a row. The trash is cleared.
I move quickly to the bedroom, realizing that I won't have much time if Rebecca runs out of steam. I push the call button for Nathan's number on my phone again and hear his ringing near me. I flip the light switch and instantly see the lighted screen of a phone dancing in the dim light. It's sitting on the top of bed.
I reach for it and see my number flashing back at me. I pull my thumb over it and my breath hitches. I lean back against the bed, my knees giving out.
I close my eyes and pull in a deep breath.
I scroll silently through the messages.
There's the five I've sent since this morning and so many more...
I miss you sweetie. When are you going to fuck me again?
I can't wait to have your cock back in my mouth. Call me.
Thanks for yesterday. I'm still thinking about your tongue.
It's been awhile, Nathan. What does a girl have to do to get laid by you?
They're endless.
Each more intimate than the last.
All from different numbers.
