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"Yes, the very same." And his laughter gets so contagious like Nikki's that I can't stop the one bubbling from within me.

"Don't worry, it was one hella sexy bikini. At least it wasn't a onesie." He wheezed out and went into a fit again. I don't know which emotion is more prominent in me as of now- the amusement he raises in me by seeing his laughter or the need to slap that amusement off his face. I can't even tell whether to blush or not.

"Hey, won't you go back to work doing your room service things and all. Doesn't your manager have a problem with this?" I waved my hands about us.

"What wo-ohhh being room service? My boss doesn't mind at all. He's a really cool person. And I'm sorry about your food earlier."

"I totally get you. I'm sure you can't neglect your stomach just like me so we're cool." I get it; really, if he's anything like me he'd be running away with the food as I was questioning him for it. My decorum does vanish when there is food in the equation.

"Exactly." But why