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We kiss for a long time, slowly, languidly, and I wonder whether she’s feeling the same as me—wanting the magic to go on forever. I don’t ever want to stop. I want to lift her and carry her up to my room, take off all her clothes, kiss her all over, and then make love to her until she screams my name into the night.
She lifts her head, and her eyes glitter in the light from the bar as she rocks her hips, obviously feeling my erection. “We could go back to your room,” she whispers.
Ahhh… I’m so fucking tempted.
But I can’t. In the morning we’ll be embarrassed, but we can dismiss the kiss. If we go all the way, though… I know she’ll regret it, and then I’ll feel like a heel for not being the gentleman. She won’t blame me openly, because she’s a big proponent of equality and the theory that it takes two to tango, but even so, I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m doing, and that means I need to stay in control.
I lift my head, sigh, and kiss her forehead. “Don’t tempt me, Frodo.”
She blows out a breath. “You and your fucking principles.”
I laugh and lift her off me. “I’m calling you an Uber.”
She finishes off her whisky, then bends carefully to pick up her shoes and purse. I take her hand and lead her to the door. I very rarely see her without her heels, and she’s so tiny without them. For some reason I find it a huge turn on.
“I don’t have much willpower at the best of times,” I tell her. “If we have sex now, you’ll hate me tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“You would, and I’d hate that. Come on, Tremblay.”
I lead her along the corridor, through the double doors, and then out through the lobby. Gail, the daytime receptionist, has gone home. Will, who’s on the night shift tonight, smiles at us.
I look at Elizabeth. She’s practically asleep. I’m not sure I trust her to get out of the Uber and up to her apartment.
I sigh and look back at Will. “What suites are free?”
“Eleven and twelve, sir.”
“Give me a key for eleven.”
Will programs the key card and passes it to me. “It sounds like it was a great party, sir.”
“Yeah. It went very well. I’m going to put Ms. Tremblay to bed. Can you do me a favor and have a look for my jacket? It might be in the Chess Room, or maybe in Churchill’s? I can’t remember where I left it.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Can you bring it to my room if you find it?”
The height of professionalism and discretion, Will doesn’t bat an eyelid as he asks, “Which room will you be in, sir?”
I give him a wry look. “My room.”
“Of course, sir.”
I bend, slide an arm beneath Elizabeth’s legs, and pick her up. Then I carry her into the elevator, and carefully press for the next floor.
The doors slide shut, and the elevator goes up silently. I look down at the sleeping girl in my arms. Well, she’s not a girl, she’s very much a woman now. Although she looks a lot younger asleep. She’s incredibly beautiful. I know that tomorrow she’s going to regret everything she said tonight. It’s a shame, because I’ve had such fun.
The elevator doors part, and I carry her along the corridor to room eleven. I touch the card to the door, open it, and go inside.
Carefully, I lower her onto the bed. I place her shoes on the carpet, and put her purse on the bed beside her. I get a bottle of water from the fridge and leave it next to the bed with a couple of Panadol from the box in the cupboard. Then I bring the waste-paper bin over and leave it by the side of the bed, just in case.
She’s going to regret sleeping in her expensive suit, but I’m not so drunk that I think helping her out of it is a good idea.
She’s out for the count. I look down at her.I love you, she said. I have no doubt that’s true. I love her too. She’s my best friend, and the last thing I’d ever want to do is take advantage of her.
I blow out a breath, turn out the light, and leave the room. Sometimes, having principles sucks.
