Page 59 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
"Nope," Melissa said. "You have to go alone."
"Why?"
She laughed. "Sometimes you're so clueless. It's exactly midnight. All of us are trying to get you to the roof. And we're all refusing to go with you. Think about it." She winked at me.
I smiled. "James is up there?"
"Don't tell him I ruined it. Blame it on Daphne."
"What? I didn't even know." She laughed.
"What's he doing up there?"
"I don't know. He just sent us all a text a half hour ago about how we needed to get you on the roof at midnight. And I didn't want to risk going up there with you in case he's naked or something. Not that the sight wouldn't be great. It would just be hard to hang out with him after I saw how he was hanging."
I laughed. "He's very well-endowed."
Jen put her hands over her ears. "Gross! Stop talking now."
I laughed.
"It's very tempting to text Ian while you're gone." She reached over and grabbed her phone off the nightstand. "But someone should probably stop me because I am officially drunk."
I grabbed her phone and tossed it at Melissa. "I'll let you guys handle that while I'm gone. I'll be right back." I tied the sash around my new robe and walked over to the door. Bee had given it to me right when we got to the hotel. It was silky and said bride on the back. It was the most comfortable thing ever.
"Sure," Melissa said. She stretched the word out tauntingly. "You're never right back when it comes to James. And if you two uncontrollable love birds are banging, it'll be like an hour."
Jen put her hands back over her ears as I stepped out in the hall. Porter immediately stood up from the chair he was sitting on.
"You don't have to get up," I said. "I'm meeting James on the roof."
"Yes, ma'am. He asked me to escort you."
"Oh. Okay, then. Thanks, Porter."
He nodded.
As we made our way to the elevator he kept trying to walk behind me. So I kept slowing down, trying to get him to walk beside me. Maybe I imagined it, but I thought I saw him smile briefly.
He hit the elevator button for me and folded his arms.
"So what's your first name?"
He looked down at me. "I'd prefer to keep this professional."
The doors dinged and we both stepped onto the elevator.
"I know. It would just make me more comfortable if I could use your real name. Like if there's an emergency and I need to call your name. Your full name would get your attention better."
"Porter will do just fine." There was a small smile at the corner of his mouth again. There was no denying it this time.
"Sorry about Melissa earlier."
"It's fine. She was just asking me random security questions. I thought you were checking up on me to see if I was qualified. I assure you that I am."
"She didn't ask you what your first name was?"
"No, ma'am."
