She gasped; luckily no one seemed to notice. A few minutes later, we were already getting off the highway, and I knew we weren’t far from our hotel. Kendall turned the rule card in her direction and looked up at me with a devilish grin that said, what other rules could we break? She browsed the list once again and then caught my eye as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth before pointing to rule number nine: Sex outside of marriage is not permitted in Dubai, and it is a fact that this law applies to visitors no matter where you are from.
There wasn’t a law in this damn country I wasn’t going to try my hardest to break while I was here.
UNFORTUNATELY, THE EXCITEMENT and sexual build up from the van ride didn’t last long. The Hilton hotel lobby was fairly empty when we arrived. Except…for a few flight attendants I’d rather have not run into. When two of them approached, I wanted so much to pull Kendall close to me, wrap my arm around her possessively to offer some sort of physical reassurance, but I also didn’t want to get her in trouble with the law. These people in Arab countries didn’t screw around. A few months back, two British flight attendants from a different airline were jailed for ninety days because they were caught sexting each other. Three fucking months.
“Trip,” Jolene purred. “I wasn’t sure you would be here for this layover.” Standing next to Kendall, being with Jolene felt like a lifetime ago. But the reality was, it wasn’t. It was less than a month ago that we were fucking in this very hotel.
Kendall stiffened when Jolene moved closer to me. She spoke quietly but loud enough that both Kendall and I could hear as she slipped a keycard into my lapel pocket. “If you want company later, I’m in room 4030. Lana is next door to me this time, so at least we won’t get complaints about all the banging and loud noises again.” I took a step back away from her, and Jolene noticed Kendall for the first time. “Who are you? Oh…from the plane, right?”
Kendall stared at Jolene. At first, I thought Kendall was going to be upset. But then I caught the fire in her eyes. She was pissed. Although she plastered on a fake smile and extended her hand with a heavy Texan accent I’d never heard before, “Kendall Sparks, nice to meet you.”
Jolene reluctantly gave her hand. Once Kendall had Jolene’s hand in hers, she held it and leaned in. “I’m Carter’s personal therapist. I’m afraid he’s on hiatus from banging and loud noises for a while. Stress-induced erectile dysfunction.” Kendall took the keycard from my pocket and held it out to Jolene. “He won’t be visiting room 4030.” Jolene’s mouth was hanging open as we walked away.
“You know my manhood needs to prove that everything you said back there was bullshit.”
“Maybe if you kept it in your pants once in a while, your manhood would get that opportunity someday.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Perky. I’m going to hold you to that.”
My layover was three nights in Dubai this time, but I told Kendall to only take a room for tonight when we checked in. I hated that we weren’t sharing a room like at Maria Rosa’s. But at least this shit was only for one night. Once we were at Amari’s tomorrow, there would be no eyes watching anymore.
Our rooms were on the eighth floor, three doors down from each other. Arriving at Kendall’s first, I tried to charm my way inside. “Thank you for continuing this journey with me, Perky. There is no way I was ready to let you go. I don’t know what this is, but it’s the best thing I have in my life right now, and I don’t want to lose it.”
“I’m glad I came, too.”
When she opened her door, I attempted to step inside her room, but she stopped me with her palm to my chest. “The hallway has cameras.”
“I’d go to jail for a kiss right now. Might even do hard time to cop a feel at those tits of yours.”
She shook her head but smiled. “You have a wicked tongue.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“Go. Get some sleep. You must be exhausted. Tonight I want you to take me out on the town. Take me dancing.”
She was right. I definitely needed a few hours of sleep. But there was no way in hell I was going to do that without another little taste. I’d had it twice, and now I was addicted. I pushed inside her room before the door closed. When she saw the determination on my face, she let the door close behind me.
“Carter…we could get in trouble.”
“All the more reason to make it worthwhile.”
Ten minutes later, I left her room with a raging hard on. I hadn’t even noticed what I was humming until I showered and climbed into bed. The Beatles, I Want to Be Your Man.