Hamilton passes our keys to the valet and quickly ushers me into the hotel. I do my best to keep up with his quick steps. He presses the button, summoning the elevator. Once. Twice. Then, even, a third time.
“What time does the Athens gang plan to arrive?” Hamilton asks impatiently while we wait.
It’s clear that I am not the only one anxious to spend as much time as we can together.
“Four o’clock,” I answer as a ping alerts us to the arrival of the elevator.
We’ve got under two hours before we must be dressed and back downstairs. With the shutting of the doors, Hamilton pounces; my breath catches as I’m pressed to the wall. Hamilton’s body pins mine, his hot breath caressing my cheek as his lips approach. He holds nothing back. I struggle to breathe while his lips and powerful tongue pummel mine.
“Ham,” I moan, trying to get his attention. I press my hands firmly against his chest.