Page 18 of Four Letter Feelings

Chapter 8

“You sure you don’t need any help?” AJ asked as Jeremy climbed out of his car.

“Nah, man. I’m sure. I don’t have much stuff and I need to move my rental car over to your place anyway. Go ahead and I’ll catch up with you, later, 'kay?”

AJ gave a salute as he pulled away from the pavement leaving Jeremy feeling an odd sense of pride standing in the sunshine outside his hotel. He’d made another big decision and felt good about it. Things were starting to come together.

Turning on his heel he strode through the open door of the hotel and into the elevator. Tucking his aviators into his shirt he pushed the button for the top floor and stood back, waiting for the door to close.

“Hold the elevator!” He heard a breathless voice call just as the doors started to close. Sticking his hand out to stop the doors from closing, he smiled as the owner of the voice darted into the elevator with him and said, ‘Thanks’, with a sigh.

“Any time, Ms. Davis,” he answered, with a lopsided grin.

“Oh fu—” She was stopped by two people joining them in the elevator.

“What floor?” Jeremy asked everyone.

“Two, please.”

Don’t care, where are you staying Chelsea Davis?

“Seven, please.”

Still don’t care.

Chelsea had sucked her cheek in between her teeth and she was blushing.

“Fourteen, please.” She wouldn’t meet his gaze.

Seven floors of just you and me, Chels.

He pushed buttons for the various floors, stepped back away from the panel and stood against the wall of the elevator, taking a side-step towards Chelsea. He saw her side-eyeing him and he flashed her another smile.

“Don’t you dare,” she mouthed with an eye roll and a shake of her head.

On the second floor, four became three and when the remaining unwelcome visitor stepped forward to give himself more space, Jeremy seized the opportunity to take another step towards Chelsea.

“Of course you’re here right now,” she groaned. The third-wheel glanced awkwardly behind him at Chelsea. “Oh, not you!” she blustered. “I didn’t mean you, I meant him.” She hooked a thumb in Jeremy’s direction.

“Oh,” he answered, clearly still confused. “Is he stalking you or something?” He puffed out his chest. “Do you need help?”

She needs an orgasm, man. That’s what she needs, so hurry up and leave so I can move this flirtatious dance we’re doing to the next level.

She burst out laughing.

“I can handle him myself, thank you. But no, he’s not stalking me.” She paused and raised an eyebrow, her eyes dancing with amusement. “At least I don’t think he’s stalking me, anyway.”

“Ok, well. Ok then,” the stranger answered, as the elevator slowed to a stop. “Well, this is me.” He stepped out. “Good luck with whatever this…” he gestured between them, “is. Have a good one!” He pulled his luggage out of the elevator behind him and Jeremy immediately hit the ‘close door’ button. He wanted as much alone time with Chelsea as he could get.

“Yes, I’m here right now,” Jeremy answered her earlier statement. “I’m leaving today though,” he added with a wink as he contemplated pulling the emergency stop button in the elevator.

“Oh?” she asked, glancing up at him.

“Yeah, I’m moving into my new digs.”

“Ah. So not leaving, leaving, just leaving the hotel. Gotcha.”

“Aw! Were you concerned you wouldn’t get to sexually frustrate me any longer, Chels?”

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