AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Ding.
We wrenched apart, breathing hard, as the elevator door swished open.
An elderly woman in a fur coat stood there. She blinked at us as we stepped into the hallway. I hadn’t expected to see anyone at this hour, let alone an old lady.
“Hello,” I said. “What a lovely evening.” I took Alastair’s hand and laced our fingers together.
Alastair puffed a laugh, his eyes dancing in a wonderful way, as the old lady looked us over.
“Looks like it will be,” she said with a smirk. I put my hand over my mouth as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button. The doors closed.
Alastair and I gaped at each other, then burst out laughing.
“Shh, shh,” I said, “there are people sleeping!”
“Do you suppose she was on her way to an…assignation?” Alastair giggled.
“Oh fuck off. She was at least eighty.”
He pointed an accusatory finger at me.
“That’s ageism. I hope I’m still fucking people when I’m eighty,” Alastair said.
“Something tells me you will be,” I quipped, pulling him along. “Come on. By the time we get to our room, you might be that old.”
“Cute. You know, you’re bossy when you’re horny.”
“You have no idea.”
I found room six-fifteen and slid my key card through the slot, pushed down on the handle and pulled him into the room behind me.
“Okay. I need you to sit down in that chair,” I said, pointing to the armchair by the window. “And wait for me.”
“Toby, do you like the room? Is it everything you dreamed of?” Alastair asked, sweeping his arm around us at the king-sized bed and the polished wood furniture. There was even a box of Godiva chocolates and a bottle of non-alcoholic wine on the table.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s really nice. Honestly, all we need is a bed.”
He blinked. “Huh.” He put his key card on the table by the bed. “Wham bam thank you ma’am.”
He wasn’t actually offended by that remark, was he? I was relieved by the soft smile he gave me as he took off his suit jacket.
“Oh, you’ll be thanking me in about ten minutes,” I said, throwing my coat on the bench by the closet.
“Ten minutes!”
“No, no, no, I mean, for the first part…the very first part. I have a surprise.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, get on with it, then.”
“That’s very romantic,” I bemoaned as I ducked into the bathroom with my backpack. “Oh shit, it’s pretty fucking nice in here. Swanky.” My voice echoed off the tiles.
Alastair laughed, and it sounded surprisingly genuine.
“Are you sitting in the chair?” I asked through the bathroom door.
“Yes. I’m being a very good boy.”
Good.
