Page 23 of Kissing Kayley
“Oh, no worries at all! I’ll let Security know you might be receiving something and they’ll bring it to the desk so we can notify you.”
“Thanks,” he said.
Once we had our room keycards, she said, “All the restaurants except the cafe are closed now. Unless you have special dietary restrictions? Then I can have someone help you.”
My stomach growled again. “Derek mentioned something about macaroni and cheese? I don’t have any allergies and I’ll eat just about anything.”
“Same,” Vic added.
Erika smiled and pointed to the cafe, where it lay on the opposite end of the lobby, close to Derek’s office. “They serve that in the cafe. It’s open 24/7.”
“Can we go to our room first?” Vic asked. “Then I can come back and get food for us.”
“Absolutely!” She made a motion and Moses appeared from practically out of nowhere. She held a quick, signed conversation with him asking if our room was ready and our things moved, and he confirmed it.
“Moses will show you to your room,” she said, pointing toward what I assumed was a wing of rooms on this floor. “Let us know if you need anything.”
“Thanks,” Vic said.
We followed him and, moments later, we were alone in a luxurious suite with wood-beam ceilings and gleaming hardwood floors. All of our things were already there.
The bedroom area occupied the far side of the space, separated from the living room by the way the bathroom was positioned, and with a set of dividing doors. I walked over to the bedroom side, pulling up short as I took in the four-poster bed, which came equipped with what I assumed were rings for multiple bondage options.
“That’s… helpful,” I said as I reached over and flicked one.
Vic chuckled, wrapping his arms around me from behind. For the first time today, I felt… semi-calm. Relaxed.
I leaned back and closed my eyes as he rested his chin on the top of my head.
Then my stomach growled again.
Dammit.
He laughed. “You explore the suite and get settled while I go get our food. Deal?”
“Deal.”
He left me alone after checking that the doors and windows leading outside were locked. I kicked off my shoes and poked around, pausing a moment to dig my toes into one of the luxurious area rugs in the space.
We had our own hot tub on a small, private patio just outside the door. The well-stocked bathroom was larger than my master bathroom at home and had both a huge soaking tub and a gigantic shower, as well as two vanities. The small kitchenette tucked into one corner of the suite’s roomy space included a fridge, microwave, and a coffee maker—huzzah!—with fixings for hot chocolate, including marshmallows and sprinkles.
Well, that’s unexpected, but cool.
The fridge held bottles of water. I pulled one out, twisted the cap off, and chugged nearly half the bottle. With the stress of the day I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was and I definitely hadn’t drunk enough.
I returned to the bedroom. A large armoire on one wall near the bed held…
Gulp.
Part of me wished I hadn’t opened it, and part of me felt intrigued. For a very long moment, I stared at its contents.
Kinky contents.
I guess pretty much everything anyone would need if they didn’t bring their own implements and other… accessories with them.
I guess this place really is all-inclusive.
Yeah, I knew what all—well, more than three quarters—of the items were, but most of them weren’t things I’d ever seen, much less used or had used on me in real life.
