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little while. Barbara said she’s been getting some complaints.”
    “From who?” I couldn’t imagine anyone complaining about our sharing a meal together.
    “It’s total BS, I know. But she’s been on the warpath lately. Telling me I have to maintain a professional distance with the guests, especially young women. Professional! Half the time she’s around me, her boobs are practically falling out of her dress.”
    It took a little effort, but I managed to put that disturbing image out of my mind. “Do you think she knows how much we hang out?” A new thought occurred to me. “Are there cameras in the lobby?”
    I looked around, but he shook his head. “She’s like this in the daytime, too. Always finding an excuse to interrupt when I’m dealing with female guests she thinks are more attractive than her. Which is pretty much all of them, given her personality,” he said, making me feel better.
    “Have you thought about looking for another job?”
    “Yeah, I’ve looked a little, but I haven’t found much. At least this job has evening hours so that I can go to class during the day. A lot of the jobs out there won’t guarantee regular hours. And it does pay my tuition. I think the owner probably gives me a little extra combat pay for putting up with her.”
    He looked so bummed out that I made a snap decision. “How about we eat in my room?”
    “Your room?” Luke echoed, his eyebrows raised.
    “Yeah,” I said. But then I felt a little embarrassed. The absolute last thing I wanted to do was to remind him of someone like Barbara. But there was no going back on it now. “We could watch pizza and eat a movie.”
    I replayed that sentence in my head and felt my face flush. Luke laughed, and after a few moments of pure mortification, I did too.
    “Sounds like a plan,” he said.
      * * *
    I straightened up the clothes I’d left out and neatened the toiletries in the bathroom. This would be his first visit to my room, and I wanted it to look nice. But that was a stupid thought. All of the rooms were the same, so he’d seen rooms like mine plenty of times. Still, I couldn’t help fussing with everything, including my hair and makeup. By the time he knocked on the door, I was a nervous wreck.
    My senses went into overload as a hot man with a hot pizza entered the room. Both looked delicious to me, but the pizza had a slight edge because its yummy scent reached me first.
    Luke set it on the small two-person table by the tiny kitchenette. As I got plates, he asked, “Did you find a movie?”
    “Yeah.” I picked up the remote and turned on a premium channel. A popular action flick from last year had just started.
    “Excellent,” Luke said, “except …”
    I followed his gaze and his train of thought. If we sat at the table, we’d never be able to see the TV.
    “I’ll be right back,” he said, heading fort he door.  
    After he left, I did my best to scoop out two slices of thick, deep dish pizza with a regular fork and table knife. How could so much cheese fit onto the crust? And why was the crust yellow? Chicago was a strange place.
    There was a quick knock and then Luke came in, holding at least four pillows. He piled them on top of the others on the queen-size bed, and it was only then that I saw he had two bottles of beer. “We have a secret stash in the main office,” Luke explained. “For emergencies.”
    We awkwardly settled on the bed, setting our plates on big, fluffy pillows. I used a fork to cut through what seemed like an inch of molten cheese. It was going to be messy—too bad the little kitchenette didn’t have better utensils. My kitchen stuff was all in storage.
    I took a bite and … wow. It was sinfully delicious. “Remind me to go to Chicago ASAP.”
    “Will do,” Luke said after swallowing a large bite and sighing in satisfaction. “I told you this place was good. Only one in town that has an authentic cornmeal crust.”
    “All the places you order from are