Lily murmured while Aidan grappled with his hotel room key. None of the company members had been hanging out in the lobby or sharing their elevator. Nobody was in evidence in the hallway outside Aidan’s room. He was opening the door when Lily was struck with doubt. “Crap. What if one of the dancers comes to my room in the middle of the night, needing something?” Aidan glanced up and down the hallway. “Get in while the coast is clear,” he suggested, shooing her into the room and following quickly so they could close the door. “We can stay here for a while then go to your room. If anybody knocks, I can hide in the bathroom or something.” It was a measure of Lily’s arousal that this sounded like a responsible, reasonable plan to her. Aidan was already kissing her again, and she didn’t stop him. She’d made her choice, and abandoning herself to it was blissful mindlessness. The nondescript room could have been in any hotel in any country, she thought when they finally surfaced for air and she had a chance to notice her surroundings.
