Page 27 of Sin Wagon
After drying off, I dress in a crisp green polo shirt and a pair of jeans. I'm starting to feel more like myself since last night.
Filled with determination, I make my way down to the lobby and approach the front desk. A middle-aged woman with sharp eyes looks up from her paperwork, wearing a name tag that says Tammy, and underneath Desk Manager.
“How can I help you?”
I lean in, my voice low. “I’m looking for a list of rooms that Drew Salahan reserved. We’ve misplaced a maid of honor and want to make sure she’s okay.”
She raises an eyebrow, skeptical. “It’s against policy to give out information on other guests.”
Without missing a beat, I slide a hundred-dollar bill across the counter. “Drew’s daughter is engaged to my brother. We’re all family. I just need to check in on someone.”
Her skepticism melts into compliance as she retrieves the list. My heart pounds as I scan the names: my room, my parents’, Drew’s, Jona and Claudia’s’. The last one must be hers.
Taking a deep breath in, I blow it out slowly, trying to steady the rush of adrenaline. With the room number seared into my mind, I head toward the elevator, each step filled with dread but also longing. The doors close, and I press the button for her floor. As the elevator ascends, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for me and my little doe.
The elevator doors open slowly, like a portal to my future and I can’t help but hope that she didn’t catch a red-eye home after last night. I can’t imagine how she’s feeling.
Stepping out into the hallway, I head toward her room. I make it to her door and stop, raising my fist to knock.
I rap twice and within minutes her friend, Derek, opens it with a sleepy smile. “I figured it would be you or someone from your family. Come on in.” He steps to the side and allows me to enter the suite.
“How is she?” I ask.
“She is just fine and you can ask me yourself,” the woman who’s starred in every erotic dream of mine over the last seven months quips as she enters the living room wearing a matching pajama set that shows off her toned legs and barely contains her baby bump.
“Hello, Opal. Or is it Delilah now?”
“Depends, are you here to get a dance or to play uncle to your adult niece?”
God, her fiery spirit and stubbornness even when I can tell she’s upset turns me on.
“We need to talk,” I tell her.
“Well, that’s my cue to go to my room. Shout if you need me, babe,” Derek directs at Delilah as he heads toward the room off the living room. He turns to me. “And you. Don’t fuck with my girl. I’ll castrate you.” I don’t get to respond before he’s shutting the door, and it’s just the two of us.
“The time for talking was after you took a call in the alley with your cum still dripping down my thighs,” she snaps.
“I tri—” I start but she cuts me off.
“I told you I’m not the type to sit around and pine for some man who says he’ll call and never does. And what did you do? Ask me for my number to just not call? Not even a fucking text. Guess it worked out for the best, though, huh? Since you fucked your niece.”
My fists clench at the word niece. She’s notmyniece. She’s so much more than that. I just have to figure out how to make it work. How to tell my family. That’s a problem for later, though. Right now, I need to calm the raging woman in front of me.
“I tried. I texted the number you gave so many times. Finally, the guy who it belongs to took mercy on my pathetic ass, and told me it was the wrong number.” I sigh.
“Don’t make up some fake ass story, Wells. You’re old enough, and I thought classy enough, to take ownership of your shit. You met a hot stripper. You got to live your fantasy and fuck her and go home to your happy life. Just another fun trip to Vegas where you got your rocks off.”
“That’s not what happened, Delilah. I texted, hell I even went back to Hidden Gems and was told you didn’t work there anymore. They wouldn’t tell me where you went or why. You didn’t make many friends while there, it seems.” I raise my brows at her.
“I got the better clients for private dances and they got pissy. You went there looking for me? Why?”
“I told you, woman. After you didn’t answer my texts and I couldn’t get you out of my mind, I looked for you on my last trip.”
“Prove it.” She crosses her arms and stares at me.
“Prove what?”
“Show me the number you’ve been texting.”
