Or maybe a new room? A new hotel? A flight back home?
That’s when a wicked idea hit me.
Whispered by the devil still sitting on my shoulder.
Go to Joe’s room. Ask to take a shower there. You deserve a hot shower, Anna.
Just the thought of that seemed so over the line.
Crossing boundaries.
Laced with the wordunethical.
But at the same time, I did leave Joe’s room in a hurry after he started to open up to me.
That didn’t mean I could run back to his room to talk… after I took a hot shower.
“I can’t do that,” I said.
I needed to just stay put and wait.
Let someone fix my shower.
Or let the hotel get me a new room.
It was that simple.
Right?
I waited for the angel on my older shoulder to tell me I was right.
My eyes glanced at my hotel room door.
I shut my eyes.
The voices of the devil and angel both agreed on the same thing.
And that became a single voice.
My voice.
In my head.
I really wanted to take a hot shower.
And for some reason… Joe’s hotel room seemed to be my only choice…
Chapter Twenty-Three
JOE
I almost endedup channeling my inner-Rome.
And taking the advice from his text.
He and the guys were out enjoying themselves.
They put me on a group text - which was hell in real life.