Work Wife

Room Service

I doubt what I am doing at least six times in the elevator to the ninth floor. I like Logan, a lot. I haven't had a crush like this in a long time and I'm hoping sex won't ruin everything. If anything, I hope it might solidify whatever is happening here into something I can wrap my head around. Like this flirtation leaving Mexico and continuing when we got back to Colorado. I'm trying not to get ahead of myself but I'm wondering if I'll be able to leave these butterfly feelings in Cabo if he is just looking for casual. I also have this alarm bell sounding that he is Chase's best friend. Once I cross that line, there's no going back.

I finally arrive in front of room 928 and I just stare at the number, willing my hand to form a fist and knock. I quickly pull my phone out to make sure I am not a complete sweaty mess and swipe off my runny eyeliner from under my eyes. It looks like I've been dancing in the humidity, but I am hoping he won't care. I take a deep breath and then rap my knuckles against the door.

Logan opens the door wearing only a towel wrapped around his lithe waist and my voice gets stuck in my throat.

"Was all sweaty from the club, took a quick shower," he tells me as I try not to stare at his bare chest. "You look like you had fun." He takes a step back allowing me inside and I cross the threshold on wobbly legs.

"It was...babysitting. I was ready to bounce."

"Were the others still there?"

I nod, "I think they were going to try to get Ainslee some food. I also think she was more than okay with me leaving. That stupid game put a stank on the evening."

"Funny, it never came back up with us." He strides off to the bathroom and calls out, "I ordered room service. Didn't know if you also needed carbs."

I'm suddenly crushing even harder.

"Yes, oh my god. Great idea," I reply while slowly wandering into his space.

"How was your night out?" I call out as I glance around. His hotel room is just like mine, with a massive king-sized bed in the center, a wall of sliding glass doors to the right, and a wide stone bathroom hidden by sliding barn doors to the left. I see he has some basketball game re-run playing on the TV and I don't see clothes scattered or trash littered around. It's nice to know he's fairly clean.

Or he did a quick sweep before I arrived.

"Fine. More drinking. Alex was on the prowl. Left with some chick right before I left."

"How was Chase?" I casually ask, wondering if my conversation with him came up with Logan at all.

"Chase was...being Chase. Throwing money around on expensive liquor." Logan says from the bathroom and leaves it at that.

"These rooms are amazing aren't they?" I call out as I walk over to his glass doors. I can't tell if the silence is awkward or comfortable. "The pictures don't do them justice."

"This whole resort is fucking unreal," Logan replies as he waltzes out of the barn doors, dressed in cotton shorts and nothing else. He's pushed his hair out of his face and my heart skips.

"I know, when I was researching resorts that did weddings, this one won hands down. It is obviously one of the more pricier ones but it has everything the bride and groom wanted."

"What, a bar and an ocean view?" Logan jokes. He yanks on the sliding door and we spill outside into the night, however, it's cooler inside. We wander over to the balcony and he stands behind me as we stare at the black ocean unable to differentiate from where it meets the sky. Small lanterns strung along the resort give a soft glow to the water so we can watch the waves break.