She thanked him and walked down the hall toward Livia's room. She wished she knew what else she could or should have said to keep chatting to him longer. She sighed and kept walking.
"Heyy Stella. Wait." This was crazy. Mike knew, objectively, that what he was about to do was crazy. But as she turned to walk away, he shouted for her to stop a split second later.
"Yeah?" She turned. "You can't have the rest of the cheese, not even as a parting gift." The girl grinned.
Okay, here was his opportunity to play it off, pretend that that's what he was asking for, banter with this pretty and lively woman with the great cleavage one last time, then turn around and go to his hotel room and get ready for this brutal weekend . . . Well, when you put it like that, maybe this wasn't so crazy. Not such a bad idea!
"You . . . you wouldn't be free this weekend, would you? How long is your sister in town?" No turning back now.
"She leaves tomorrow after her deposition. I'm working on Saturday. I have an event at—"