removed it before it caused him to wake up, walked to the front door, and opened it slowly to
avoid disturbing his sleep.
“Hello,” I whispered, easing the door closed as the housekeeper smiled at me. I smiled
back, removing the Do Not Disturb sign from the door. It was my idea to come to Vegas once I
got word that my cousin Jackson agreed to let me try out as a rookie driver.
“I hope you used protection,” Essence joked through the phone. I smelled my breath and
underarms.
“Says the woman who made out with the waiter,” I said, heading to the elevator and
pushing the lobby button. It lit up as I stepped on.
“He looked like Michael B. Jordan. What can I say?” Essence commented as the door
closed.
I laughed at her statement, seeing a reflection of myself through the closed d
