Love in a Carry-On Bag (26 page)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chocolate Covered Every Day

T
he next morning, Warren
drove her back to the Jefferson hotel for her things. In the elevator, his hands found her waist and she rested her head against him. Erica’s room was three doors down on the right, and as soon as she slipped the keycard into the lock, Warren’s fingers worked the back zipper of her dress.

“You want me to
order some room service?” she asked. The heavy sheets gathered around her bare waist. Her reddish hair was tossed and tangled, but she had never felt more beautiful and alive.

“I’ll do it,” Warren walked across the room, opened the curtains and stared out at the Washington Monument. He whistled at the view.

Erica let the sheet fall to the floor and came up behind him. “You never asked what I came to D.C. for?”

“You said work, right?”

She turned him around so that they were facing each other. “My author brought me here to make me his speaking agent. We agreed on eighteen percent.”

Warren looked as if he didn’t understand.

“I’m starting a business.”

“What about B&B?”

“They don’t know yet,” Erica tightened her arms around his waist. “I’m considering leaving the company.”

“Whatever,” he chuckled.

“Seriously. I’ve decided that I can do better than killing myself trying to climb somebody’s corporate damn ladder. Entrepreneurship is in my blood. I get it from my daddy,” she said, tipping her chin. “I’m thinking about trying to start something full time. On my own.”

Warren ran his hands up and down her shoulders. “Baby, that’s wonderful. Where? When?”

“Well, I haven’t decided on all of that, trumpet boy. But maybe I could spend more time in D.C.”

“You’ll move?”

She grinned. “Doesn’t seem like such a far-fetched idea. I don’t want to spend another Monday without you.”

Warren picked her up off of her feet, and kissed her like she was the last woman left in the world.

“Or Tuesday, or Wednesday.”