Griff went back to his room.He had a couple of phone calls to make.
He dialed.
“This is Becca.”
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
She laughed, a fat, round, lovely sound.“What does that mean, exactly?”
“Dinner, a hotel room.”One of the things he’d decided last night—between bouts of abusing himself, which only barely took the edge off—was that he wanted Becca to remember her first time for the rest of her life.
“We saidsimple.That’s not simple.That sounds—over the top.I wouldn’t want you to get any ideas.”
He chuckled, then instantly sobered up.“I amnotgoing to take your virginity in my dumpy little room.Or your sister’s guest room.”
“Oh, hellno,” Becca said.“God.That’s—awful.But what about my place up here?”
“Do you have a roommate?”
“Yeah.”
“Does she have somewhere to go for three or four hours?”
“Three or four hours?”her voice rose, incredulous.
“Look, sweetheart.If you hire Griff Ambrose for a job, he’s going to do it right.”
She giggled.
“Dinner and a hotel it is,” he said.
“It’s just—aren’t you worried one of us will get the wrong idea?”
“I don’t have the wrong idea,” he said.“Do you?”
“No,” she said quickly.
“Then we’re good.”
He hung up feeling ridiculously cheerful.Also, he was hard.It seemed to go with the territory lately where Becca was concerned.
“Soon,” he said aloud to his dick, and then rolled his eyes at himself and tapped his phone to wake it up again.
He had a lot of money saved up.Jake paid him well and he got free room and board.Plus, aside from burgers and beers, he bought almost nothing.
The Edgewater Hotel it was.
And no fucking “cityside” room for Becca, either.Bay view.
He almost swallowed his tongue when he saw the price, but he clicked, entered his credit card number, added a bunch of notes in the “special requests” field, and made it so.
You only lost your virginity once.And unless he did go into escorting, he wasn’t going to get another chance to do this in style.
Next up, dinner reservations.
The Met.Best steaks in Seattle.He ran his eyes down the menu, spent a moment contemplating the idea of Becca eating oysters, and then got a grip on himself.
He hung up with the restaurant and stared out the window of his room, which overlooked the lake.One of the perks of his job.