Chapter 6

“Thought you’d run out on me,” Rob said, retrieving his own jacket. He held up the key card for one of the few rooms the hotel had left. “We’re in luck. They’ve had a couple of cancellations. Bound to happen with a party this size. You, ah, up for this, then?”

Chez didn’t answer—not in words. Rather he put his hand in his pocket and half pulled out what he must have just bought from the vending machine in the toilets. Condoms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rob said with a grin. “Let’s go.”

“You do realise it’s only six o’clock?” Chez pointed out. “And we haven’t eaten yet.”

“That’s what room service is for.”

* * * *

Rob tapped on the bathroom door. “You can come out now.”

Chez looked out cautiously. “She’s gone?”

“She’s gone. We’re alone. Now come out of there, you daft thing.”