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“Is all right,” she said firmly. “Happens all the time.”
Stumbling over their feet, they made their getaway.
The Beav regarded him smugly. “I’m awfully young to be so gifted. Now aren’t you glad I decided to tag along today?”
He gave her high marks for creativity, but since he was in the process of passing over his Visa card to the clerk, her efforts to keep his identity secret were pretty much wasted. “I’ll take your best suite,” he said. “And a small room by the elevator for my insane companion. If that’s a problem, put her next to any old ice machine.”
The Merry Time Inn had done a great job training its people, and the desk clerk barely blinked. “Unfortunately, we’re very full tonight, sir, and our suite is already occupied.”
“No suite?” the Beav drawled. “Will the horror never end?”
The clerk studied his computer screen unhappily. “I’m afraid we only have two rooms left. One, I believe you’ll find quite satisfactory, but the other is slated for renovation.”
“Aw, hell, the little woman won’t mind staying there. I’m sure you got all the bloodstains out of the carpet. Plus, porn stars can sleep just about anywhere. And I do mean anywhere.”
He was having one heck of a good time, but the clerk was too well trained to smile. “We will, of course, give you a reduced rate.”
Blue leaned on the counter. “Charge him double. Otherwise, he’ll be offended.”
Once he’d countered that piece of nonsense, they headed for the elevator. As the doors closed, the Beav gazed up at him, her grape lollipop eyes round with innocence. “Those guys who came up to you knew your real name. I had no idea there were so many gay men in the world.”
He punched the elevator button. “The honest truth is, I play a little professional football under my real name. Only part-time, though, until my movie career takes off.”
The Beav faked looking impressed. “Wow. I didn’t realize you could play football part-time.”
“No offense, but you don’t seem to know much about sports.”
“Still…A gay man playing football. Hard to imagine.”
“Oh, there’re a whole bunch of us. Probably a good one-third of the NFL.” He waited to see if she’d finally call him on his bullshit, but she wasn’t in a hurry to end the game.
“And people think jocks aren’t sensitive,” she said.
“Just goes to show.”
“I noticed your ears are pierced.”
“I was young.”
“And you wanted to flash your cash, right?”
“Two carats in each ear.”
“Tell me you don’t still wear them.”
“Only if I’m having a fat day.” The elevator doors slid open. They headed down the hallway to their rooms. The Beav had a long stride for someone so petite. He wasn’t used to pugnacious women, but then she was barely female, despite those curvy little breasts and his stubborn hard-on.
The rooms were adjoining. He opened the first door. Clean, but a little smoky, definitely inferior.
She brushed past him. “Ordinarily, I’d suggest we toss a coin, but since you’re paying the bill, that doesn’t seem fair.”
“Well, if you insist.”
She took her duffel and once again tried to hold him off. “I do my best work in natural light. We’ll wait till tomorrow.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were afraid to be alone with me.”
“Okay, you’ve got me. What if I inadvertently step between you and a mirror? You might turn violent.”
