“And Hayden?” Kennedy said as the lift doors closed and the old car began to rise slowly. “You think she’ll stick with Ben?”
“I really hope so. If not, well at least he’s had sex now, I think.”
Kennedy punched his shoulder. “Don’t count them chickens, buddy. Maybe he’ll write her a song.”
“Call it — three and a half minutes with you!”
They were clicking slowly past the seventh floor. “Reminds me. Back at Odin’s Tomb, what was it you said? Something about me staying in York and, um, earning my keep.”
Drake stared at her. She gave him a seductive smile.
“Well… I… I…” he sighed and relented. “Am hopelessly out of practice at this.”
“At what?” Kennedy’s eyes glinted with mischief.
“The old Dino-rock group Heart called it the immaculate seduction. In Yorkshire we just say ‘chatting a bird up’. We’re simple folk.”
As the lift clicked past the fourteenth floor, Kennedy unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she wore a red see-through bra.
“What are you doing?” Drake felt his heart jump as if it had been electro-shocked.
“Earning my keep.”
Kennedy unbuttoned her trousers and let them pool to the floor. She wore a matching pair of red panties. The elevator dinged as it arrived at their floor. Drake felt his spirits and everything else rise. The door slid open.
A young couple were waiting. The woman giggled. The guy grinned at Drake. Kennedy pulled Drake out of the lift and into the corridor, leaving her pantsuit behind.
Drake glanced back. “Don’t want it?”
“Don’t need it anymore.”
Drake swept her up into his arms. “Good job it’s a quick walk to my room.”
Kennedy let her hair down.