All I wanted was a quiet drink after a very stressful day, but this annoying businessman couldn’t seem to understand that concept.
Then she walked into the hotel bar like she owned it and slipped around him.
“There you are.” She stepped right up to me and shockingly kissed me. “Come on, let’s go up.” She pulled me off the barstool without a backward glance at the bewildered asshole.
In the elevator, “Thank you for the rescue, but I’m straight.”
“I’m Erin and who cares!” Then she kissed me again, pinning me against the elevator wall.
She’s right—who cares!
