Quotes
Professor Gabriel O. Emerson peered contemptuously around the modest guest room in staircase five of the Cloisters of Magdalen College. His blue eyes alighted on a pair of twin beds that were situated along the wall, and he pointed at them.
“What the hell are those?”
Julia’s eyes followed the path of his accusatory finger. “I think those are beds.”
“I can see that. We’re leaving.”
He picked up their bags and approached the door, but she stopped him.
“It’s late, Gabriel. I’m tired.”
“Exactly. Where the hell are we supposed to sleep?”
“Where do Magdalen students usually sleep? On the floor?”
He gave her a withering look. “I’m not sleeping in a ridiculous abomination of a single bed ever again. We’re checking into the Randolph.”
“What the hell are those?”
Julia’s eyes followed the path of his accusatory finger. “I think those are beds.”
“I can see that. We’re leaving.”
He picked up their bags and approached the door, but she stopped him.
“It’s late, Gabriel. I’m tired.”
“Exactly. Where the hell are we supposed to sleep?”
“Where do Magdalen students usually sleep? On the floor?”
He gave her a withering look. “I’m not sleeping in a ridiculous abomination of a single bed ever again. We’re checking into the Randolph.”
Ignoring her husband’s irate sputtering, Julia walked to the window, which overlooked the beautiful quadrangle below. She stared longingly at the strange stone figures that were set above the archways to the right.
She looked at the statues wistfully before joining him at the door, wearing a defeated expression.
“Would it make you unhappy to stay at the hotel?” His eyes searched hers. “We’d have greater privacy.”
“We would, yes.” She looked away.
He glanced at the twin beds. “Sex is almost impossible in those things. There isn’t enough room.”
She smirked. “That isn’t how I remember it.”
A slow, provocative smile spread across his face, and he brought his lips within inches of hers.
“Is that a challenge, Mrs. Emerson?”
Julia regarded him for a moment. Then she seemed to shrug off her fatigue as she wrapped his silk tie around her hand, pulling his mouth to hers.
Gabriel dropped their luggage and kissed her, forgetting his irritation. Then he reached back with his foot and kicked the door shut behind them.
“Would it make you unhappy to stay at the hotel?” His eyes searched hers. “We’d have greater privacy.”
“We would, yes.” She looked away.
He glanced at the twin beds. “Sex is almost impossible in those things. There isn’t enough room.”
She smirked. “That isn’t how I remember it.”
A slow, provocative smile spread across his face, and he brought his lips within inches of hers.
“Is that a challenge, Mrs. Emerson?”
Julia regarded him for a moment. Then she seemed to shrug off her fatigue as she wrapped his silk tie around her hand, pulling his mouth to hers.
Gabriel dropped their luggage and kissed her, forgetting his irritation. Then he reached back with his foot and kicked the door shut behind them.
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