Take Me (Fifth Avenue) Read Free

lived by that. She’d moved through life mercilessly ensuring that she guarded her own interests and her mother’s. She’d made sure she’d carved a clear path out for herself, so that at the end of everything people would look and see that while she’d had a hand up, she’d done the work herself.
    Travis was her friend, but she’d never been in a position where she was forced to depend on him before. But tonight she needed him. Tonight, she needed him to be the one who was strong, because she was already broken.
    “We’ll stay together,” she said finally. “All night.”
    He nodded slowly, his eyes staring straight ahead. “Good.”
    He tugged his tie off and threw it onto the seat, then shrugged off his jacket and put it there, too. Keeping busy, she imagined. And she was keeping busy by watching him.
    When the car pulled up to the curb, she pushed her door open and Travis did the same, neither of them waiting for the driver.
    “You forgot your jacket,” she said, when he shut his door. “And your tie.”
    “I don’t care.” He turned and started toward the entrance to the hotel.
    She stepped up onto the sidewalk, her heels clicking on the pavement as she followed him through the revolving door and into the marble-laden lobby of the boutique hotel.
    They walked up to the counter and she stood just behind him, her heart hammering. An evening that had started out surreal and turned to a sort of unbelievable tragedy was getting even stranger.
    She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience.
    Watching Travis check them into a beautiful hotel. Knowing she was going to spend the night with him in a room.
    Knowing that Sarah was gone and never coming back.
    Beyond that, she knew nothing.
    She didn’t know what would happen once the doors to the hotel room closed. Didn’t know what would happen if they crawled into the same bed together tonight.
    Didn’t know what might happen when she went back to the dorm alone, or back to Sarah’s apartment and found it full of her things, and empty of her forever.
    So she would focus on one unknown at a time.
    The ones that affected her the most now.
    The ones that concerned Travis, a locked door and a bed. That was suddenly paramount in her mind.
    When Travis turned away from the counter, he had a key. Not a card like you so often had for places like this. An honest-to-goodness key that looked like it belonged in a door that led to a dungeon or something.
    “Let’s go,” he said.
    She nodded, not sure of what else to say, until they were in the elevator again.
    “What’s going to happen?” she asked. She hated seeming vulnerable, she hated sounding afraid, but she was, and she was too raw to sublimate it.
    “Tonight or forever? Now that Sarah’s gone?”
    “We can start with tonight.”
    He looked at her, the pain in his eyes enough to tear a hole in her soul. She hated this. Hated that Sarah was dead. Hated that she couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t real, because she saw it all reflected on Travis’s face.
    “I don’t know,” he said.
    “Would the answer have been different if I’d wanted a response to the other questions?”
    He shook his head.
    “I thought not,” she said.
    The elevator doors slid open and revealed a long hallway with black doors. “This is a little Twilight Zone, ” she said.
    He let out a choked laugh. “Sure is.” He looked at the tab hanging off the key. “We’re at the end of the hall.”
    As they got closer to the room, her throat tightened until, by the time they reached the door to their room, she could barely release the air from her lungs.
    He put the key in the lock and turned it slowly. And she couldn’t help but apply weight and significance to the action. Because it made her think of other things.
    And she was ashamed that it did. That the fact that they were going into a hotel room for the night, on the night when their friend had died, made her think of the possibility of sex.
    But then, maybe that was