Page 9 of The Naughty List


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Up on the sixth floor, we walked down a narrow corridor with white walls and bowls of apples on every side table we passed.

“Just so you know, me coming with you guys to your room is definitely going on the naughty list.”

“You bet,” Max said with a grin as he inserted the key card and pushed open the door.

The first thing I noticed was the large windows and how big the living room was. An L-shaped black couch in front of a fireplace, a dining table with four chairs, and a small bar complete with a counter and the shelves stocked with booze. I didn’t want to know how much it costs to stay here. Black and white paintings of the city of Chicago peppered the walls, making the place feel cozy.

“Wow, this is super fancy. How much are you paying for this again? We can split three ways.” I toed my wet boots off, including the damp socks and tucked them near the shut door.

Danny dumped our bags near the sofa. “You’re our guest. And like Max said, his dad’s company pays for it. Go pick your bedroom.”

I stilled. “Really?” I didn’t even wait for him to respond, I rushed into the first one, which had two double beds with floor to ceiling windows, built in wardrobes, and the fluffiest white rug under my feet. I wriggled my toes and just breathed easy.

“I’m happy with this room,” I called out, and grabbed my bag and wheeled it into the bathroom for a quick freshening up before anyone could say anything. I was apparently greedy when drunk.

The counter was filled with those cute bottles of shampoo and moisturizing cream. I loved them. Unlocking my bag, I pulled out my small toiletries bag. I did a quick toilet stop and refreshed my deodorant, followed by a quick spritz of my perfume. I pulled out my peppermint lotion that Myles had gotten me last Christmas and that had saved me on the smelly plane ride. This weather dried out my skin, so I lathered my hands and walked outside to see the guys already watching reruns of the World Series on TV.

Danny glanced over the couch at me, winking so sexily, that I burned up in an instant. It was like a tornado of fire, spiraling, coming right at me. And there was no way I could get out of its way. “You may want to check out the other bedrooms before you make a call,” he suggested.

Curious, I wandered over to the next one and skidded to a halt in the doorway. “Holy monkey balls!”

Danny chuckled behind me.

An enormous king size poster bed consumed most of the room. Two walls of windows, and more lush rugs. I rushed inside and jumped on the bed, sliding over the covers. In the corner stood a thin tall white Christmas tree dripping with blue and silver baubles and tinsel. My insides fluttered at seeing this room. It was paradise and I wished my dorm back at the University was a quarter as good as this.

I snapped upright to a sitting position. “These are silk.” My head was spinning right then and trying to think rationally was completely out of the question.

The more I saw of the hotel suite, the more I couldn't help but think this hotel would be very much out of my price range. Was this one of those thousands of dollars a night hotels? Who exactly were these guys to afford this?

I collapsed onto my back, waiting for my head to settle down. “Everything’s spinning.”

“How about you take a break and I’ll bring your bags. Maybe just lay down until your head settles.”

“Okay,” I called out to Max, not moving as things seemed to settle down if I lay still.

“Yep, just leave me hanging with my ornaments.” I burst out laughing. “See what I did there Danny. You’d appreciate that.”

His sexy laugh faded into the other room, and I continued to lay there, unable to remember the last time I felt so relaxed, so happy.

It surprised me how much I enjoyed their company, and maybe just maybe, the layover may be better than I had ever dreamed.

My phone beeped with a message, and I pulled it out from my pocket, half expecting Myles again after I sent her the hotel and guy’s details while on the train. But it wasn’t her.

Dream of me, little sis. Love heart emoji.

I wanted to be sick, and the food and drinks I’d just eaten churned in my gut.

My stepbrother creeped me out and I loathed the way he looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I hated how he tried to touch my hand or shoulder or hair whenever he was near. It was completely and utterly wrong as I had told him on multiple occasions to stop it. He and Gloria made sure that I wouldn’t ever look forward to going home for the holidays again.

Naughty List #3: Become a Voyeur

Iturned over and burrowed myself into the warm, lavender scented sheets, so relaxed, I never wanted to get up. Memories came rushing over me just then, the airport, the two hotties, their hotel.

My eyes popped open and I gazed out over the horizon through the enormous windows to a drizzle of snow outside, all you could see in the distance were snow clouds. With the Christmas tree in the corner, I felt like I might have woken up in Santa’s bed in the North Pole. Or I was still dreaming. Regardless, this hotel was spectacular.

Groaning, I pushed myself out of bed to find I still wore my clothes from yesterday. When I grabbed my phone from my pocket, it showed I’d slept all evening and night. Damn, after those shots I must have just dozed off.

I padded to the closed door and pulled it open to peer outside.

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