Kerryn couldn’t believe she’d accepted Stefan’s room key. An old-fashioned, metal key for one of the penthouses which had graced the hotel since the early 1900s. A true example of luxury before tourism had choked the life out of the hotel with a myriad of look-alike concrete structures built around it.
She enterd the private elevator. It ascended slowly & made a smooth stop at the floor.The doors opened to reveal Stefan.
“Why did you give me the if you didn’t expect me to use it?â€?
He leaned close & whispered, “It’s not for my room.â€?
He led her through the suite, a mix of luxury & modern, to the bedroom. She noticed a king-sized bed and first, but the scarred wooden door on the opposite wall held her attention. “Balcony?â€?
His smile unnerved her. “No.â€?
The key warmed in her hand. Everything else faded from view, & she barely noticed Stefan’s arms wrapped around her.
“You feel it. The desire to enter. After a century of searching, I knew you were the one to use the key.â€?