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We stood in an uneasy silence until the elevator doors started closing and he stepped forward to catch them. The moment had been interrupted and we both knew it. We walked into the suite. I laid my purse on the table. I leaned on his arm to remove the heels I’d been wearing way too long. He held onto my elbow to steady me. I released a sigh when my bare feet hit the carpet. When I looked up to him I saw the wanting in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it arrived.
“Good night, Imogen.” He placed a kiss on my forehead and turned to his room.
That’s it? A kiss on the forehead?
I waited until he was out of sight, then picked up my shoes and slowly walked to my room. One last look in the mirror before I removed the most amazing outfit I’d ever worn. I wasn’t tired, perhaps the nap in the limo was to blame, so I turned on the shower and waited while steam filled the room before I stepped under the warm water.
Why didn’t he kiss me? We had such a romantic night. I know he wanted to and he had to know I wanted him to.
I’d forgotten about the hair dye being freshly done when I stepped under that water, when I opened my eyes to reach for the soap and found red running down my whole body.
“Crickey, I look like something out of a horror film.” I turned the water to a colder temperature, remembering that the hairdresser had warned me. “This is gonna suck.”
I washed as quickly as humanly possible in what felt like ice water after the steaming hot shower I’d started with. Turning the water off, I grabbed at the first towel on the shelf and wrapped in it, then wrapped my hair in another towel. I shivered my way to the massive closet and pulled out dacks and a jumper, slipped on some socks, and went back to the bathroom to check on my hair.
“Okay then, my hair survived but the towel did not,” I said to the mirror.
I wonder if there is a blow dryer in here somewhere?
A quick search through the cabinets and I came up with nothing for drying hair.I would have thought a playboy like him would have everything a Sheila needs. I did find a brush which at least took care of taming the craziness going on all over my head. I went back to the room and grabbed my cellphone to make a few notes.
I need a blow dryer, shampoo, and conditioner. No, scratch those. I’ll ask the hairdresser for that stuff in the morning. I do need clothes. I’m still cold. I need something warm to drink.
I quietly closed my bedroom door then tiptoed to the kitchen, only to have been quiet for no reason. Gunner and Asher were having pie and milk. I stood at the corner of the room watching them laugh at something and dig into the pie pan together.
Ah, the truth is out. Guys don’t use dishes when women aren’t around. Then again, neither do I when no one is looking.
“Excuse me gentlemen, do you think there is room in that pan for me?” I crossed my arms but stayed standing where I was.
“Solitaire, I don’t think you’d fit in this pan, but we’ll gladly share our pie with you.” They slapped each other on the backs laughing.
Now that’s a grandpa joke if I’ve ever heard one. My grandpa would have loved that one.
“I can’t believe you two would sit out here eating a pie without me,” I scolded, walking closer and removing a fork from the drawer. “I’m not even sure why I’m speaking to you. Move over, it’s my turn.”
Gunner dropped his fork and threw his hands up in the air in surrender. Asher stopped mid-bite and tried to put it back in the pan until I snatched the pan away.
“Really? You were going to put your bite back in the pan?” I asked, sitting down at the far end of the island. “Can I at least have some of your milk, or is it gone?”
Asher slid a glass down the island then slid the half gallon carton of milk down too. I hadn’t come out for cold milk, but I was being too lazy to make a warm drink. The fireplace was on and calling to me.
“I knocked on your door when I got upstairs. You didn’t answer,” Gunner said, sitting down on the couch across from me. “I was about to eat that whole pie myself, but Asher saved me from it. I figured you would come out after your shower.”
“I thought you said I didn’t answer? How would you know I was in the shower?” I tested his statement. “And what’s his excuse?”
“Solitaire, what kind of a bodyguard would I be if I didn’t make sure you were alright.” Gunner leaned back and relaxed on the couch. “Asher, come join us over here.”
Asher walked over and sat in a chair opposite the couch. He looked so upset I couldn’t keep the pretense of being mad going much longer. I had already realized Gunner wasn’t fooled by my scolding, so I sent him a wink and shot one more thing at Asher.
“I do believe you need to do something to make up for this selfish behavior.” I could barely keep a straight face when he looked at me. “Well, what’s it gonna be? A new car or my own plane or maybe buy me my own island.”
“I’d be happy to buy you anything you want. Perhaps a small country?” Asher made a show of googling countries for sale. “I see here there is a small island near South Africa for sale. Will that one do?”
That was it, I couldn’t hold it together any longer. Gunner sputtered trying to hold it in but we both gave up and started laughing. Asher had indeed figured me out as well.
“I see how it is now. I’m going to have to watch my back around the two of you,” Asher said, standing with a stretch. “I’m off to bed for real this time.”
“Wait, wait. What is this ‘you two’ thing?” I playfully argued. “You were in on it too.”
