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That night around eleven fifteen, as I poured myself a drink from the minibar, I heard a knock on my hotel room door. When I opened it, I found Alex on the other side. She stepped backward in the hallway and sucked in a deep breath.
“Sorry to bother you and Kathryn,” she said as her cheeks grew pink. “But we need to chat.”
“That’s fine. You’re not bothering us. Besides, she’s already asleep in the other room,” I said, and glanced over my shoulder down the length of the suite. Kathryn’s door remained closed. Good. I turned back to Alex. “And I never go to bed this early.”
“Well, I was thinking about something on the agenda for tomorrow, and I didn’t think it should wait until the morning.”
“No problem,” I said, taking in the sight of her. “In fact, you’re just in time for a nightcap.” I held up the mini bottle of Maker’s Mark. “What do you say to a drink while we talk it over?”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “All right.”
“You like bourbon, don’t you?”
“Sure do,” she said as she glided into the room, still wearing the black skirt and white oxford shirt from earlier. I shut the door behind us and focused on her round, tight ass as she walked to the couch on the far end of my suite.
“How you do like it?” she said as she sat down. “Straight up or on the rocks?”
“Straight up.” I grinned, took another bottle from the minibar, handed it to her and took a seat in the burgundy armchair across from the sofa. “Bottoms up.” I raised the bottle and she tipped her back to me. She downed the alcohol in a smooth shot, and I followed her lead.
“Whew,” she said. “Not bad.”
“You seem like you have some experience with this kind of thing.”
She sank further into the couch. “You don’t get out of Tulane without learning how to drink.”
“Of course, I remember now. You told me about Tulane that night at Old Ebbit.” I paused. “I’m trying to think what I know about that school. Hmm. The students named the mascot Pecker, didn’t they?”
“Guilty as charged. Of course, they wouldn’t let us keep that name.” She sighed. “But Riptide the Pelican just doesn’t have the same…ring.”
About Sara Celi: An overactive imagination has always served Sara Celi well. Starting from age 10, with an epic tale about a soldier during the Civil War, Sara has made creating stories her life’s work. After graduating cum laude from Western Kentucky University in 2004 with a degree in Broadcast News and History, Sara Celi started her decade-long career in broadcast journalism at a TV station in Louisiana, then worked in Oklahoma and Ohio. Her love of the written word came to fruition with the publishing of her first novel, THE UNDESIRABLE, in 2013 and she has since published THE PALMS, PRINCE CHARMING, and NATURAL LOVE. She is also a contributing author to Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Power of Positive, Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Spirit of America, and a regular columnist for Cincinnati Refined. Sara Celi calls the Greater Cincinnati area home. In her spare time, she likes to read, shop, travel, run, volunteer with the Junior League, serve on the Board of Trustees for Wesley Community Services, and work with Cooperative for Education, a non-profit providing educational opportunities for the children of Guatemala. Connect with Sara: WEBSITE: www.saraceli.com MAILING LIST: http://saraceli.com/?page_id=446 AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: https://www.amazon.com/S.-Celi/e/B00B6JFD0G/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1476296938&sr=8-1 TWITTER: @saragceli FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSaraCeli/ INSTAGRAM: @saraceli Enter Sara’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway