“What’s so funny?” I ask, searching her face.
“Jack being put in his place. I don’t know that asshole from Adam, but that was great. Bill is my new favorite person.”
While I agree with her, I don’t want to talk about anyone else now. I pull her against my chest. “What can I do to become your favorite person?”
Ella’s eyes half close, and her lips inch closer to mine. When the elevator dings, I’m tempted to ignore it just so I can taste her first, but then we’re interrupted. Again.
“Ms. Danes?” a woman says.
“Rosa?” Ella replies.
“I’m sorry to disturb your evening, but I went to retrieve the cart I brought you and I’m so sorry to tell you that your room has flooded.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Ella groans, but I’m not worried.
I already have another mutually beneficial proposal ready to save the day and our night.