He was trying to remember if even he had ever paid for two different hotel rooms in one night and was pretty sure he hadn’t. But he and Amber couldn’t have gone back to the Brown Hotel after closing the bar at Proof on Main, since Max would have been there, and it had been so easy to simply get a room at 21C as the hotel was right above them and certainly in keeping with his standards—i.e., as expensive as he could find. Since he’d never been afforded the luxury of spending money when he was young, he had a lot of making up to do now. Though certainly the spare, contemporary decor washed in the bright light of dawn was the ultimate opposite of the Brown’s dark, sumptuous splendor, it had served his needs quite well. As had Amber. And, all modesty aside, if her, ah, enthusiasm the night before was any indication, he had served her needs quite well, too. When she’d sat down across from him at Vincenzo’s, he honestly hadn’t thought the night would end this way. Oh, he’d been certain it would after asking her out at Minxxx, since his modesty in that regard was nonexistent.
