Secret Rulebook of Cheating

Rule #17: Promises Are Made To Be Broken

After having a day much like the one before – full of laughter and games and a slightly less irritating Jason, an opportunity presented itself when we went back to the hotel and I wasn’t missing it.

Behind the check-in desk stood a young girl – quite good looking even with that tight bun on her head and the uptight work uniform.

“See you guys in an hour,” I called after Rob and the others, who went to retire into their rooms. I walked up to the reception, leaving Jason rooted on the inside of the automatic doors – no doubt wondering what I was up to. “Excuse me?”

“Yes?” the girl lifted her head from some pad she was staring at. Her voice was dulcet and just as sugary smile appeared on her face. “What can I help you with?”

“Um,” I lowered my voice, pretending like this was a delicate matter, “could you please ask someone to put a waterproof sheet on the bed in room two-one-oh? Uh, my friend over there,” - I turned to point at Jason who hadn’t moved from his spot and was watching me with questioning eyes – “has a very, um, weak bladder. I wouldn’t want to ruin the furniture.”

If only you could see the girl’s face. I could barely supress my laughter. The sweet expression now transformed into a mixture of shock and revulsion. I peeked at Jason who was even more puzzled than a few seconds ago.

“Oh, uh,” – the receptionist regained her composure quickly – “Of course. I’ll notify the housekeeper.”

I gave her a pretended appreciative smile. “Thank you.”

“What was that about?” Jason asked as I moved to the stairs and he trailed behind.

I played dumb. “Nothing.”

“Then why was she giving me that look?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because she thinks you’re a twenty-something who still wets the bed,” I said casually as we reached the top of the stairs.

Jason stood in my way. “You didn’t!”

“Oh yes I did.” The gloating was certainly visible on my face. “That was payback for what you told Lionel - the other receptionist, when we first got here. I guess I have the guts after all.”

Jason scrutinized me without saying anything. I could barely keep from grinning, high on the success of operation ‘payback’. “I guess I underestimated you,” he spoke in a moment.

“I guess you did. We’re even now.” I went to move around him and unlock the door but he blocked my way again.

“Oh, no, not even close. What I told the receptionist made you a sex goddess. You turned me into a grown-up baby that needs diapers.”

“Oh, come on,” – I aimed for nonchalant – “what do you care what some stranger thinks of you? It’s not like I said that to your mother.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, recognizing his words. Oh, the delight. “You’re evil.”

I freed the grin that was pushing its way to my face. “Get used to it.”

He let me pass this time and we headed inside.

The evening pretty much repeated the previous one. Jason let me use the bathroom first and I took care of all the girly stuff while he was taking his turn in the shower. I was about to finish my look with some lip gloss, when I heard the bathroom door open. I expected to see Jason in the mirror. No, I had mentally prepared myself for seeing Jason in the mirror in his towel, possibly without it – there was always a chance with him – and when he didn’t pop in right away, I peeked sideways. He was standing outside the bathroom - looking sexier than my mental preparation was ready for, in his water-drops costume and towel – and was staring at me with acute eyes. I tried to keep doing what I was doing - whatever that was - when his voice added to the distraction.