Michaela
M>oses:Penthouse, Hotel Blanco.
Me:Uh, what?
Moses:That’s where we’re staying in Miami.
Me:I have a room at the Hilton. It’s perfectly adequate, even for your fancy, rock star ass.
Moses:Nah, Hotel Blanco’s better. You’ll see.
Me:Maybe I’ll just stay at my perfectly adequate hotel and you can visit me. Besides, did we ever discuss sharing a room?
Moses:You’re my wife. Sharing a room is a given. I’ll keep my sad dick to myself if you insist, but you’re sleeping in my bed.
Me:Your sad dick?
Moses:Yep. You done arguing with me, or do I have to send you pictures of the private infinity pool?
Me:No, you’re enough to entice me. Can we talk more about why your dick is sad?
Moses:You wanna know about my dick, ask me in person tomorrow.
Me:Is it weird I got goosebumps when you said “tomorrow”?
Moses:Not weird. Yael keeps yelling at me to sit still ’cause I keep trying to move time forward. I am disappointed you didn’t confirm you’ll be asking about my dick in person.
Me:We’ll see what kind of mood I’m in. I might just pass out the second I enter your fancy, rock star hotel room. I’m kind of a party animal these days.
Moses:LOL. I’ll take you in any form. See you, Mic.
Me:Goodnight, Mo.
As it turned out, I showed up at Mo’s fancy rock star hotel hungry as hell, but with enough energy left in my stores to last a couple more hours. A private elevator took me to the top floor, where there was only one room: ours. My skin prickled with nerves as I waited for him to answer the door. We’d been talking, flirting, bantering over the last week, even more than we had over the previous two, and I was surprised at how nervous I was to finally see him again.
When he pulled the door open, my eyes landed on his feet first. What was it about seeing a fully dressed man with bare feet that always made me think of sex and intimacy? My nipples tightened and pressed against the lacy fabric of my bra.
“Hey, Mic.”
I took my time moving my gaze up the length of his body, from his worn jeans, to his casual lean against the open door, to the way his plain, black T-shirt stretched across his chest, to his warm, amused eyes.
I smiled. “Hey, Mo.”
He reached out, I thought for my hand, but instead, he grabbed my bag. “Come on in. It’s pretty adequate up in here.”
Dropping my bag in the marble foyer, his hands went to his hips. “What do you think?”
I walked past him, taking a visual sweep of the suite.
The room was more like an apartment. Before me was a spacious living room, modern and sleek, with a very subtle beach theme. The walls facing the ocean were entirely made of glass, and just beyond them, the pool Mo had enticed me with glowed blue in the dark night. The floors were white marble and looked like they extended throughout the place. Just off the living room was a bedroom, but I suspected another, more opulent room existed on the other side of the suite.
Pursing my lips, I nodded. “I suppose it’s adequate. There are an awful lot of windows. Who needs so many windows?”
He laughed, approaching me slowly. “Yeah, I didn’t think of it that way, but it’s pretty selfish to have all these windows. I bet there are people somewhere who don’t even have windows.”
Finally in front of me, he brushed a knuckle down my cheek. “Hi.”
“Give me one of your really good hugs, then feed me, preferably pizza, before I eat your face.”