They exited the club and entered the casino, Walker leading her by the hand and Joe strolling along on her other side. Despite the fact that she wanted this, she was still nervous, and as they approached the elevator her heartbeat sped faster and faster until pure adrenaline raced through her veins. She had no idea what was going to happen, no idea if this would affect their friendship. She hoped not. But this desire had been building and there was no way she could turn back now. Later. She would worry about consequences later. Then they were in the elevator, standing on a swirling red carpet, and Walker was pushing floor 35. The door was closing and soon they’d be alone— But a hand shot between the elevator doors, pushing them back open. Her toe tapped an impatient beat as a crowd of people pushed their way inside. Walker and Joe inched closer to her, surrounded her. She was shaking. Hurry up! she wanted to scream. But the fucking elevator seemed to be stopping at every floor. Damn tourists!
