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I caught her hand on my belt. “Rosie. I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous. But I keep thinking about your friend.”
She sat back, and for a moment I thought she’d throw her drink at me. Then she burst out laughing.
“Oh, thank God,” she said. “So does she. About you. She texted me an hour ago.” She held up her phone: a message from Priya that just said Towel man was CUTE with three crying emojis.
Then she stood up, marched to the connecting door and banged on it.
“Pree! Your towel man’s in here. He’s being noble. Come and get him.”
The door opened. Priya stood there in a vest top and pyjama shorts, hair down, face scarlet. Rosie shoved me through and shut the door behind me.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Priya said.
We talked in her doorway for an hour. About everything. Then she kissed me, slow and soft, her body pressed against mine, her hands in my hair. It went on long enough that my knees felt weak and my cock was straining against my trousers.
She pulled back, breathless.
“Not tonight,” she said. “I want to do this properly. Breakfast. Eight o’clock. You’re buying.”
Reception rang at one with a new room. I didn’t sleep at all.
At eight she was waiting at the window table, smiling her crooked smile.
Ending 14 of 16: Breakfast Date. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.