The elevator ride was shorter than Chelsea would have liked, needing the extra time to get her nerves settled. The excitement of what she was about to do mingled with her nervousness, and all she really wanted to do right then was throw up. She kept rubbing her hands together until Darren reached over and took one in his own hand, squeezing it. She glanced up into his smile, his assurance that she could change her mind at any time. But she couldn’t. Not really. This was a fantasy of hers for a long time, and she was determined to see it through. Now, she just had to keep the alcohol she had drank from coming back up at the wrong time.
All too soon, Brian was opening the door to the Fletchers’ hotel room, gesturing the others to enter as he held the door open with a smile. With a deep bre
