Free Interlocking Hearts by Roxy Mews

good now, Ben. Thanks.” She turned to Robohippie. “And since you won’t tell me your name, I’m not saying thanks.”
    “I’m the one you climbed on naked. That was thanks enough for me.”
    Paisley decided that was enough socializing and stayed silent as they all walked back.
    She was doing well at her stoic exit until she had to use the card to open the door. She couldn’t get a grasp on the darn thing. Oiled up plastic was not an easy grab, and the robe was so big, the pockets were halfway down her legs.
    She finally got the slippery little bugger out of her pocket and immediately dropped it.
    “Fucking seriously.” She cursed a few more times as she repeated the juggling routine.
    Robohippie and Ben had waited and watched her struggle for a full minute before the man in the rainbow suspenders pressed his index and pinky fingers on either side of the lock.
    The light immediately turned green and Paisley heard the telltale click that it was opened.
    Before she could think about it, Paisley kicked the keycard across the threshold and said a quick, “Thanks.”
    When the door closed behind her, the reality of what just happened made it to her brain. Using her hand tucked in her robe, she swung the door back open. Luckily her two “rescuers” were still in the hallway.
    “Hold on. You can open hotel locks.”
    Robohippie shrugged. “Only the keycard kind.”
    “So you could have come around and opened my door when you realized I was locked out. Why didn’t you just do that instead of making me climb over to your balcony? Why wasn’t that one of your suggested options?”
    “You said you didn’t want to hear all of the infinite possibilities. So I suggested the two that sounded best to me. My way was so much more enjoyable.”
    Ben slapped himself in the head. “If I’d had any blood in my brain I would have realized that.”
    Then Ben smacked his roommate.
    Paisley turned to make her offended exit to her room. The door had shut behind her, and her oily keycard was on the floor where she had kicked it inside.
    “Want to use my magic fingers? Or do you want to climb on top of me again?” Robohippie’s smile was more manufactured than his skeleton. “I want to give you all your options this time.”
    Paisley hated a smartass. She hated it even more when she needed one’s help.
    “Fingers please.”
    He did his magic and Paisley was finally able to get on the inside of her room. That whole thing wasted an hour. She looked at the bottle of oil she had swiped from under the sink. She’d give it back to Coral, and stick to lotion from now on.
    Before she could go and wash her hands to be able to pick up the remote and turn on the TV, the men’s voices caught her attention. They were still in the hallway.
    “Ben, it’s not a big deal. She liked it, trust me. If anyone knows how to tell when a woman is enjoying things, it’s me.”
    “That’s not the point. We are supposed to be making a good impression, and you are either accusing Coral’s best friend of espionage, or making her climb naked over you.”
    More shuffling.
    “Can we go get something to eat? I’m hungry.”
    “Yeah. Me too, but she went in her room and shut the door.”
    Paisley heard a slap. She was glad someone hit the guy. Damn, he deserved it.
    “Can you think about anything but sex?”
    “It was part of my initial programming. What do you want from me? It doesn’t mean I can’t focus my attention on other matters too, but if I could get laid, it would be a lot less prevalent topic of conversation.”
    “If you could have sex that didn’t take half the day, I would say go for it.”
    “If it doesn’t take a few hours it’s not really worth having, minuteman.”
    “Don’t call me that,” Ben said.
    Paisley was going to have to rethink her nicknames for these two. If Mr. Hottie really was a minuteman, he lost a lot of hot points.
    They went back into their room after that, and Paisley looked at the ear print she left on