Part 2515 – Such Thoughts In A Hotel Parking Lot!

It took Ambrose a few minutes to get accustomed to the set-up of the Jeep Grand Cherokee’s controls. As soon as he felt comfortable enough, he started the car and backed it out of the parking spot. He managed to do it without killing a single rental car or demolishing a single curb.

It was a minor miracle.

He even managed to exit the whole parking lot without incident.

Barbara entered the hotel’s address into the car’s GPS.

After a few seconds’ delay, the GPS told Ambrose, “Turn right” in a suave Laurence Olivier voice. Ambrose turned right.

“I think you have this under control.” Barbara said. “I’m just going to close my eyes a bit.”

Ambrose nodded.

She leaned her seat back and closed her eyes.

He wanted to surreptitiously admire Barbara as she slept. But this city was unfamiliar to him. He did not want to miss a turn and have to figure out how to get back to it.

He kept his attention on the road before him and on the polite, posh voice of the GPS.


It had seemed like she’d closed her eyes for just a second. Just a stretch. Just a yawn. Just her eyelids meeting and settling against each other.

A second.

A small fracture of a second.

The car stopped and went still.

She yawned and opened her eyes.

Ambrose smiled at her. “We’re here.”

Barbara quickly sat up. “What?” She glanced around and found that yes. They were indeed parked in the hotel’s parking lot.

Ambrose unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into her space. He smiled flirtatiously at her. “Are you ready to get out of the car, love?”

She thought about the black shirt box hiding in her luggage and blushed. “Very ready.”

He kissed her. “Then, come.” He put one hand on her knee and slid the other hand up to her seatbelt.

Her breath caught in her throat.

He smiled and pressed the seatbelt’s button, unfastening it.

Yearning gripped her and urged her to tear off his clothes right there and now. She reached for his hoodie’s zipper. But naughty thoughts of that sheer red negligee stopped her.

Barbara lowered her hand. I want to touch him, every little bit of him. I want to be in his arms. I want him to touch me. I want… She blushed. I want him. “We should definitely go inside. Right now.”

“Of course.”

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