her favorite perfume this morning, and now she smells of a hint of rose, peppercorn, cranberry, vanilla, and cacao flower.
The meeting is about to start, and Scott is still nowhere to be found. He was supposed to help set up a PowerPoint presentation, and the director was visibly irritated. He casually walks over to where Renae is sitting and leans over.
“Go find him,” he whispers sternly.
Renae rolls her eyes, and then instantly regrets it when she realizes someone in the room may have seen her do that. She quickly scans the room, but is relieved to see that no one’s eyes are on her. The director is still standing beside her as she pushes herself up from her chair. She looks him in the eyes and nods. He returns to his seat and she ventures out into the hallway. The first place she checks is his room.
She knocks on the door and he doesn’t answer.
“Scott?” she calls out. She knocks again. Still nothing. She puts her ear up to the door to listen for any movement. Did he not even come back to his room at all last night?
Renae begins to walk away from the door when she hears a moan. She turns and puts her ear against the door again.
“Scott?” she calls out. “They’re waiting for you downstairs.”
“Cora?” he mumbles.
“Uh, no, Scott. This isn’t Cora. It’s Renae. The meeting downstairs—they’re all waiting. Are you still drunk? Open the door.”
With her ear still pressed to the door, she waits. She hears nothing, but then suddenly the door cracks open. Scott looks like he’s a complete mess. His hair is disheveled. He’s only wearing plaid boxers. His face is close to Renae’s, and she can smell alcohol on his breath. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, although with the three hour sleep Renae got, she looked no better waking up this morning.
She pushes her way into Scott’s room and closes the door behind her. “Get in the shower, Scott. I’ll pick you out some clothes.”
He nods and disappears into the bathroom. His shower must be scalding, because steam is pouring out from under the bathroom door.
Renae flips Scott’s suitcase open. Sitting on top of the rest of his clothes, there is a pair of black lace underwear that clearly belongs to a woman. Renae wonders if they’re Sophie’s. She carefully pushes them to the side and pulls out dress pants and a shirt for today’s meetings.
Scott emerges from the bathroom, wearing only a small white hotel towel around his waist. He’s still soaking wet.
“What happened last night?” Renae asks.
“I just didn’t feel like going to bed. Sorry, Renae,” he replies.
“But I thought—never mind.” Renae sighs and hands him his clothing. “Get dressed. We are so late.”
He doesn’t even return to the bathroom to put his clothes on. Instead, he turns to face the wall, drops his towel, and slips on a pair of boxers. He then turns to Renae and puts his pants on while looking her in the eyes. She doesn’t want to look at him right now but she finds herself unable to look away. He stands in front of her with his abs glistening.
He takes a step toward her and she convinces herself to turn away. He moves even closer. She bumps into the wall, and he’s pressed against her before she can move aside.
“We have to go,” she squeaks. Their eyes interlock. She wants to look away, but can’t; the look he’s giving her is almost mesmerizing. He isn’t listening to her. Suddenly, she feels the heat of his breath on her neck, with his lips softly sweeping across it. She tries to ignore the sensations she’s feeling, but no sooner than she can try to distract herself his teeth graze over that one soft spot she was hoping he wouldn’t find. His hand is at her neck. He squeezes, hard. She gasps and puts both arms up to push him back, but then his mouth is on her collar bone, then her ear. He bites her, and then licks gently. She can still smell the alcohol from last night mixed with the minty toothpaste from just now.
As he
The meeting is about to start, and Scott is still nowhere to be found. He was supposed to help set up a PowerPoint presentation, and the director was visibly irritated. He casually walks over to where Renae is sitting and leans over.
“Go find him,” he whispers sternly.
Renae rolls her eyes, and then instantly regrets it when she realizes someone in the room may have seen her do that. She quickly scans the room, but is relieved to see that no one’s eyes are on her. The director is still standing beside her as she pushes herself up from her chair. She looks him in the eyes and nods. He returns to his seat and she ventures out into the hallway. The first place she checks is his room.
She knocks on the door and he doesn’t answer.
“Scott?” she calls out. She knocks again. Still nothing. She puts her ear up to the door to listen for any movement. Did he not even come back to his room at all last night?
Renae begins to walk away from the door when she hears a moan. She turns and puts her ear against the door again.
“Scott?” she calls out. “They’re waiting for you downstairs.”
“Cora?” he mumbles.
“Uh, no, Scott. This isn’t Cora. It’s Renae. The meeting downstairs—they’re all waiting. Are you still drunk? Open the door.”
With her ear still pressed to the door, she waits. She hears nothing, but then suddenly the door cracks open. Scott looks like he’s a complete mess. His hair is disheveled. He’s only wearing plaid boxers. His face is close to Renae’s, and she can smell alcohol on his breath. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, although with the three hour sleep Renae got, she looked no better waking up this morning.
She pushes her way into Scott’s room and closes the door behind her. “Get in the shower, Scott. I’ll pick you out some clothes.”
He nods and disappears into the bathroom. His shower must be scalding, because steam is pouring out from under the bathroom door.
Renae flips Scott’s suitcase open. Sitting on top of the rest of his clothes, there is a pair of black lace underwear that clearly belongs to a woman. Renae wonders if they’re Sophie’s. She carefully pushes them to the side and pulls out dress pants and a shirt for today’s meetings.
Scott emerges from the bathroom, wearing only a small white hotel towel around his waist. He’s still soaking wet.
“What happened last night?” Renae asks.
“I just didn’t feel like going to bed. Sorry, Renae,” he replies.
“But I thought—never mind.” Renae sighs and hands him his clothing. “Get dressed. We are so late.”
He doesn’t even return to the bathroom to put his clothes on. Instead, he turns to face the wall, drops his towel, and slips on a pair of boxers. He then turns to Renae and puts his pants on while looking her in the eyes. She doesn’t want to look at him right now but she finds herself unable to look away. He stands in front of her with his abs glistening.
He takes a step toward her and she convinces herself to turn away. He moves even closer. She bumps into the wall, and he’s pressed against her before she can move aside.
“We have to go,” she squeaks. Their eyes interlock. She wants to look away, but can’t; the look he’s giving her is almost mesmerizing. He isn’t listening to her. Suddenly, she feels the heat of his breath on her neck, with his lips softly sweeping across it. She tries to ignore the sensations she’s feeling, but no sooner than she can try to distract herself his teeth graze over that one soft spot she was hoping he wouldn’t find. His hand is at her neck. He squeezes, hard. She gasps and puts both arms up to push him back, but then his mouth is on her collar bone, then her ear. He bites her, and then licks gently. She can still smell the alcohol from last night mixed with the minty toothpaste from just now.
As he
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