Page 42 of Bad Habit
He leaned over my shoulder. “Then we’ll have to get you more.”
I turned to see if he was joking, but he’d already walked through another door. This place was like a maze. I should have dropped breadcrumbs.
I gasped when he flipped on another light. We’d entered a bathroom fit for a queen. There was a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool and two sinks and counters. Yet another door to the left of the sinks revealed a room with two toilets. Although one of them didn’t look quite right.
“That’s a bidet,” he said putting his arm around my waist. “Don’t ask me how to use it, though.”
His hand slid off me, and he crossed the room past the tub and sinks. “Check out the shower!”
Mac, too, seemed excited, and I followed to join him in what he’d called a shower. Surely not. It was also room-sized and had a long bench and at least six different showerheads stretching down or out from various locations on the marble walls and ceiling.
“There’s supposed to be a gym and sauna.” He stepped out of the shower and slid back a door that revealed yet another room.
“What are those?” I asked.
“Treadmills, and that’s for weight lifting.” He gestured toward a machine with cables and pulleys as he opened yet another door. “Ah, the sauna. Nice.” He stepped back to show me a room entirely lined with wood, benches on three sides.
A bell rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “What’s that?”
“Hungry?” he asked.
“A little.”
I followed him back through the maze of rooms to the door we’d first entered. A man in a hotel uniform was there with a cart. “Your room service order, sir. Shall I set it up?”
“Be my guest.”
I backed into the lounge area and Mac joined me as the man dragged in the cart, then proceeded to set dishes, food and wine on the table.
“Is this the gluttony part?” I asked, not even a little bit disappointed that we hadn’t gone straight for lust. I was hungry and nervous. A little food might help.
“Just a snack.”
Mac signed something the man handed him and then pulled out a chair at the table, gesturing for me to sit.
“Thank you, sir, miss.” The man nodded, then quickly exited the room, taking his cart with him.
“This won’t even scratch the gluttony surface,” Mac said as he helped me into my chair. “Let’s call this sustenance. We’ll save gluttony for the buffet. Plus, you have an appointment in…” He looked at his watch. “Forty-five minutes.”
“An appointment? Where?”
He poured me a glass of sparkling wine, then poured one for himself and sat down to eat. “It’s a surprise.”
* * *
Faith
“Hi, Faith. I’m Jessica.” The tall African American woman extended her hand and I shook it, confused.
I was still in a daze. Mac had led me through the most beautiful shopping mall I had ever seen—it had a canal running through it!—and then into a store called Barneys that was more glamorous than I knew stores could be.
But we didn’t stop to even look at anything, because Mac said I had an appointment. But for what?
“What are we looking for today?” Jessica asked me.
“I…”
“Everything,” Mac answered. “She needs everything. Cocktail dresses, casual wear, swimwear, lingerie, shoes, makeup, jewelry. We’re going to be here for three nights. Assume she came with nothing and set her up with everything a beautiful woman needs in Vegas.”
