Agent with a History

I rolled my eyes and glanced at the elevator floor numbers. We were almost to the top. I glanced nervously at him.

A hotel like this, the upper floors, surely they must be pent house suites? Could he really afford all this legitimately?

"Lisa?"

I glanced at him, from where he was studying me, as he leaned against the red velvet lining of the side of the elevator.

"I own this hotel and several others like it."

My mouth fell open just as we reached the top floor and the doors opened. Yeah, it was a pent house alright!

Flint, I mean James, practically had to push me out of the elevator, into the lavishly appointed space. The doors shut and James locked something to do with the elevator doors. I spun slightly to regard him behind me.

He smiled charmingly, "Now we won't be bothered by anyone. This floor is locked off for the evening."

Nervous and anxious weren't enough to describe how I felt right now. I wasn't sure I was ready for what came next. I thought I had been, but now I wasn't so sure.

James went to a table and pulled out a chair to face me and sat down. The intensity of his gaze on me had me blushing.

"I think I've waited long enough, take your clothes off Lisa. All of them."

"I….." I stammered as I didn't know what to say, this wasn't happening like I had planned.

He was the man I wanted, but I …… this wasn't right. I found my voice, "A very wise old woman once told me that a girl should have a ring before…….. before this." I finished lamely, shifting from one high heeled foot to the other, as I indicated the two of us in a nervous gesture.

"But Lisa, you do have a ring. Actually you have two rings." He said softly.

I glanced down at the beautiful rings on my finger. "Yes, but these aren't for real?" I said.

"Aren't they?" he asked, while gazing intently at me.

I looked at the rings again; I slipped them off and looked for an inscription. It was there, "Yours truly forever, James Kilroy." I looked up my eyes moist, "That's sweet, but it still doesn't make us married."

"Perhaps not, but this does."

He pulled a folded up paper out of a coat pocket and held it out to me. I stepped closer. What could he possibly have? His eyes were twinkling as I took the paper and opened it up.

To my shock it was a marriage license certificate and my name was signed in indelible blue ink at the bottom of the page right next to James Kilroy. "You forged my signature?" I asked incredulously.