Carter: Play along with what?
Kendall: Where are you?
Carter: A block from the hotel.
Kendall: Text me when you’re almost here but before you come inside the hotel.
A few minutes later, I did as she asked.
Carter: I’m here.
Kendall: Stay outside and look up to the second floor on the Bloedstraat Street side of the building.
That was where I was. I looked up.
Oh.
My.
God.
Fuck.
>
Me.
My heart started to pump faster. Kendall had the red lights on in our room. The front of her body was pressed against the window as she wore nothing but a lacy bra and panties. She’d done her hair into two braids and swayed her body slowly and seductively, looking just as comfortable as any of the window ladies we’d witnessed tonight. Except this wasn’t just any window lady. This was the girl of my dreams bringing a fantasy to life that was better than anything my wildest imagination could have conjured up.
With a come-hither stare, she lifted her index finger and gestured for me to come upstairs. Staying frozen on the sidewalk, I tried to burn this into memory—the sight of her in that window illuminating a foggy night in Amsterdam. I knew I’d never forget it for as long as I lived. The fact that I was still even holding the wine bottles without them falling from my grasp and smashing to the ground was commendable.
The elevator was taking too long, so I took the stairs, skipping over steps to get to her faster. Before opening the door, I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, vowing to just go with the flow. I didn’t even know whether she was really offering anything or teasing me. I just knew I was game for anything behind that door.
Kendall opened.
My mouth spread into a smile as I took her in and waited for her direction.
“I saw you looking at me,” she said. “Are you interested?”
Play along.
Fuck yes.
My voice was thick with desire. “Yes.” I swallowed.
“Come in.”
Just play along.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Kendall. What’s yours?”
“Carter.”
“Hi, Carter.”
“Hi, Kendall.” Slowly inching closer, I said, “Can I just tell you something?”