I didn't even have to work hard to get the girl at the desk to give me Juniper's room number. It's not like I flirted with her. I just asked nice. Sometimes you have to swing your celebrity status around. Eye on the prize. Juniper is the ultimate prize. I need her, right now, or I'm going to lose my mind.
I loosen my tie as I wait for Juniper to come to the door. I hear her shuffle up and see her eye look through the peephole, hear her little intake of breath when she sees that it's me.
“Juniper, open up," I whisper, not even sure why I'm bothering to keep my voice down.
She opens the door and she looks a mess, and I love it. She's still wearing a jersey with my name on the back, but she took off her jeans, so all I'm seeing are those long legs sticking out from the black and gold fab
