Page 46 of The Situation
My brain races through last night. The last thing I remember is her curling up next to me with her head on my chest and falling asleep.
Did I say something wrong? Did I push her too far? Did I make her uncomfortable?
I force a swallow, running a hand over my head.
“She couldn’t have just left me.”
I make a face, so fucking confused, but just as I pass the desk, I notice a slice of pie on a paper plate. I glance over my shoulder to see the pie box is gone, too.
The hotel-embossed notepad is beside the pie.
Thanks for an incredible night.
Call me. Xo
I jerk the notepad off the desk and read it again. “No fucking way.”
The room is eerily quiet as I contemplate this peculiar situation.She left me?This has never happened before. I usually have to invent a meeting or an obligation to get women to leave.
And Kelly left me?
“This is bullshit,” I say, picking up the phone and calling the front desk.
“Good morning, Mr. Brewer. This is Connie. How may I be of service?”
“Good morning, Connie. I had a guest in my room last night who is also staying here. Can you tell me what room Kelly Kapowski is in?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Brewer. I can’t give out that information.”
I scan the room again. My sights land on a lacy black bra peeking out from under the sofa.
“I understand,” I say, picking up Kelly’s bra. It dangles off my fingertips. “But she left something …personalin my room. She might be looking for it later.”
“That’s unfortunate. Would you like me to send someone up to get it? We can put it in our Lost and Found.”
Not a chance.
“I think I better keep this in my possession, Connie.”
“As you wish. I’m happy to put a note in there that you have one of her items, if you’d like?”
“You know what? I would like that. Thank you.”
“Of course. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Yeah, give me her room number. “That’s it. Thank you again.”
“You’re welcome. Enjoy your stay at Picante. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I replace the receiver, then mosey around the room.
She must have forgotten to include her phone number in the note. That’s the only explanation that makes sense. She had a meeting this morning, too. Maybe it started earlier than mine, and she didn’t want to wake me.
It has to be that.
I bring her bra to my nose and breathe it in. My cock twitches immediately at the memory of her. It’s sweet and feminine, just like her.
