a'am."
"That, too."
"Yes, ma... Okay. You caught me. Now what?"
"Now you'd better be the best lay I've ever had, that's all."
"No problem. I'm very motivated, ma'am. Are you still worried about getting
caught having a legal good time?"
Beth stopped just outside the hotel doors and said, "No. Well, not like I
was. I see no reason to advertise our business, but I also see no reason that I
can't have you."
Giving her a small salute, Cade said, "Roger that, milady. We're both adults
and we're on separate teams."
"Exactly right."
"You betcha." Indicating the doors, he asked, "Ready?"
Leading the way, Beth said, "Ready. Let's do it."
Pointing at the bar, Cade asked, "Want a another couple of beers for later?"
Beth looked toward the bar and said, "You get some beer. See if they have
any white wine coolers."
"Okay. Why don't you go on up and take a few minutes for yourself before I
get there? I'll tap on the door when I come in. Good?"
Nodding, Beth said, "Yeah. Good. Don't be all night," and turned to go. A
few steps later, she turned and said, "Thanks," without explaining why before
getting underway again.
Thanks for the laughs? Thanks for setting her up to get laid? Thanks for
allowing her some time to herself, or for letting her go on ahead so they
wouldn't be seen entering her room together? Mix and match the answers?
Whatever. Didn't matter. The idea was to make Beth happy while making
himself happy.
A sense of being watched caused Cade to rub the goosebumps off his arms.
Someone from one of the teams? As likely as not; sometimes they were ordered to
follow each other around just to keep skills sharp. Cade drank a beer at the bar
and stalled ten minutes, then followed Beth upstairs.
The fourth floor hallway looked clear, but that didn't mean anything. It was
highly unlikely that Carter hadn't installed some security cams in their floor's
hallway.
Cade felt Mandi's presence in his room as he passed it, ambling along until
he reached Beth's door, which he shouldered open on his way into the tiny
hallway beyond.
Closing the door, he tapped on it as he'd said he would and Beth answered,
"In here, Ed."
He found her sitting in the chair by the desk, flipping channels until she
found an old movie. She turned the sound up a bit and turned to face him.
"Your white wine, milady," he said as he set the bottles on the desk and