After we got the cars parked in what were the two farthest parking places from the hotel, we began the walk toward the hotel. About halfway there someone grabbed Nicole from behind and put a hand over her mouth.
Even though she was in heels and a dress, she whirled around and knocked her attacker down with a roundhouse kick. She was about to go in and do more damage, but a familiar voice spoke up from behind a nearby car:
“”Yo man! You really did get it for that one. Roberta what do you feed that girl?” It was AJ, and he was laughing so hard he fell down on the pavement cackling.
“Man, that wasn’t funny,” groaned Nick from the ground rubbing his stomach.
“Sorry about that,” Nicole said lowering her eyes. “My dad is an eighth degree black belt, he also teaches karate. He taught me karate almost as soon as I could walk.”
By this time I was leaning against a car laughing so hard I was crying. I managed to gasp out a plea to go inside.
AJ helped Nicole pull Nick off the ground, and dust him off. The four of us went inside with AJ and I still chuckling, Nicole smirking, and Nick still rubbing his stomach.
We went back to the room Nicole and I were sharing, and the guys were about to go on to their suites when Nick asked to be left alone with Nicole. He asked AJ to wait inside, knowing that AJ would continue to his room, but hide around the corner and listen to everything he had to say.
AJ and I walked into the room. The first thing I did was kick off my shoes. Four-inch heels are fun, but can wreak havoc on a person’s feet.
I grabbed the remote, and turned the TV on. The channel was playing an ad for a televised BSB concert. AJ turned a shade of crimson, and asked me to change the channel. I consented, because I had seen the concert a few days ago. (Not that I told him) After clicking through the channels twice I excused myself to the bathroom so I could change out of my dress.
On my way out of the bathroom I thought about Nicole. Boy, she’d been outside for a while. I looked out the peephole. I was only mildly surprised at what I saw. I walked over to AJ who was still mindlessly flipping channels.
“You gotta see this,” I said dragging him toward the door. “Look at that,” I whispered pointing to the peephole.
Chapter 17