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Chapter Five - Shana
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2025-09-17 22:53:43“Yes?”
“The bellhop is here. He needs to see you.”
“See me?”
His voice becomes softer, more of a stage whisper. “Apparently, he thinks I’m trying to get a key to your room for nefarious reasons. He will only give it to you.”
“A key...”
The clue is a figurative light bulb to my lost memories.
Last night I couldn’t find my key. My heart beats faster. It was more than just my key. It was my purse that I also couldn’t find. I’d lost it. Oh God. My purse has my ID and my room key. They wouldn’t give me one without the other. No ID, no key. No key and I can’t get into my room. In my room is my passport. Without that, I can’t get back to London.
My hands begin to shake as I search the bathroom for something to wear. I can’t go to the door and speak to the bellhop wearing only Trevor’s shirt and my panties. Just then, another soft knock taps on the bathroom door. The door opens a crack, and Trevor’s hand comes into view, holding a soft white hotel robe.
“Thanks,” I say with a grin.
The too-big robe swallows me as I cinch the tie around my waist. Doing my best to smooth my messy blonde hair, I take a deep breath and enter the suite. Standing just inside the room next to Trevor is an older man. He’s shorter than Trevor and dressed in a hotel uniform; however, my eyes go to Trevor, who is now also wearing a T-shirt along with those sexy basketball shorts. I almost pout, missing the defined abs.
And then, my attention is diverted by an appetizing aroma. Saliva returns to my mouth as I notice on the table in front of the sofa a tray that holds a carafe of what I assume is the coffee Trevor promised, as well as two dishes covered with silver lids. Suddenly and loudly, my stomach rumbles in anticipation at the promise of food.
“Ms. Price?” the older man asks, his voice bringing back my panic over my purse.
“Yes. I’m Shana Price.”
“Ma’am, I apologize for the mix-up last night. The employee is new; however, it’s our policy to not dispense keys without identification.”
I nod, remembering bits of the conversation. “The thing was that I misplaced my purse, with my ID. I lost both.”
His eyes twinkle as he reaches inside the cloth bag I hadn’t realized he was holding. “If you can give me the information on this driver’s license, I believe that I can return your handbag, ID, and room key.”
“Oh!” I reply, relieved to be able to get back into my room, my passport, and to the dress hanging on the curtain rod. After rattling off all of my information, the bellhop hands me the entire cloth bag. Peering inside, I let out a long breath, the mint of Trevor’s toothpaste tickling my nose. Inside the bag is everything the bellhop promised. Opening my purse, I find all my cash, my credit cards, and my ID. Nothing is missing.
Handing him a tip, I say, “Thank you so much. Did someone turn this in?”
“One of our custodial employees found it last night after hours by the fire pit outside the piano bar.”
My cheeks warm as pink undoubtedly rises to the surface, and I turn a bashful gaze toward Trevor.
The fire pit.
It’s all coming back.
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