CHAPTER 5
PATRICK
Patrick snuck into the quiet ballroom. It was vacant except for the wait staff still cleaning up. His cell phone had to be here. He had spent most of lunch at the table and couldn't imagine leaving it anywhere else. He found it peeking out from under his bunched up napkin.
He hurried back out with his phone in hand. Reaching the hotel lobby, he realized he had no reason to hurry. He stopped for a minute and checked for any missed calls. Maybe he should take his cousin's advice and find one of his groupies to relieve some of this stress.
It sounded good in theory, and maybe it was what he needed, but he didn't want just any little floozy. Only one girl had his pants permanently snug. He wanted her.
A commotion near the hotel bar caught his attention.
"What the--" He
