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“I had to place a very complicated snack order.”

“Complicated? It’s just snacks.”

“Do you want something from the minibar?” Monica asked, ignoring her comment.

“I’ve never had anything from a minibar. Too expensive.”

“Well, Arnette is paying, so take your pick.”

“Coke?”

“Just a Coke?” Monica chuckled. “From the minibar you’re not paying for?”

“Yeah. I like Coke.”

“You can have whatever you want, Bridge.”

“Okay. Just you, then,” Bridgette replied with a shrug. “No Coke.”

Monica smiled at her, pulled a Coke out of the minibar, and got a water for herself. She moved to the bed, handed Bridgette the Coke, and set her water on her own table.

“That was sweet,” she said as she lay down next to Bridgette on the bed.

“I know I have asshole tendencies, as you’ve pointed out before, but I really am nice most of the time.”

“I know you are, babe,” Monica said.

Bridgette’s arm lifted and Monica melted into her side. She snuggled in fully and reached for the remote.

“What do you want to watch?” Bridgette asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll see what’s available.”

“Porn, probably,” Bridgette stated, causing Monica to laugh.

An hour later, there was a knock at the door.

“I forgot you even ordered stuff. Why did it take so long?”

“Because I put them to work,” she replied, moving to stand. “Don’t worry; I tip well.”

“I hope so. I’m really looking forward to that,” Bridgette said, tilting her head as Monica walked around the bed toward the door.

“Are you checking out my ass?”

“Definitely,” Bridgette told her.

When Monica pulled open the door, her eyes went immediately down at the giant cart the man behind it was ready to push inside the room.

“Oh, my God,” she said. “I can’t believe I ordered this much.”

“Where would you like me to put it?” he asked.

“Whoa! Who’s putting what where now?” Bridgette was suddenly at her side and giving the man a look that told him to watch his mouth, which only made Monica laugh and roll her eyes.

“Over by the window would be fine. Thank you so much,” Monica said.

Bridgette looked down at the cart as he pushed it by them and asked, “What did you do?”

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