Gabriella
Damien walked me to my hotel room and said good night. There wasn't even a kiss or a grope. It was a professional parting of ways that, as I stepped into my suite, left me dazed. For a moment I stared at the door, wondering if this was a joke or if he would knock. If it weren't for his comments about the coat throughout the evening, I would assume that multitasking was off the table. Untying the belt, I slipped my arms from the coat and hung it up in the small closet. As I was about to take off the painful shoes, my phone dinged from the confines of my purse.
A concoction of emotions bubbled within me as I removed my phone and swiped the screen.
One message, from Damien.
“In case you're having problems keeping up, the work portion of our day is complete. It's time for mult
