Chapter 8Steve
While Adam was making the call to room service, I took my water bottle into the bathroom just inside the front door and refilled it. My nerves were getting the best of me again, so I gulped down some tepid water before doing some deep breathing exercises to try to calm myself down. It seemed to help, at least a little. But I knew I was still in uncharted territory here. And I honestly didn’t know what to expect.
When I came out of the bathroom, Adam was already off the phone.
“I know this will sound kinda sleazy,” he said, “but would you mind if I change into something more comfortable?” He gestured down at the skimpy, leather costume he was still wearing.
I chuckled. “No, that’s fine.” But then I felt my stomach plummet.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’ll have to go back
