I kissed her long and hard after the dork comment. Not that I really need an excuse to do that these days- but her calling me a dork has been turning me on for years. After the kiss I practically bolted out the door. The room and the bed will still be here tonight and I have plans to accomplish!
I made a bee-line for the concierge and plopped into the seat in front of him.
"How can I help you, sir?"
"I wanna get married. Tonight." He looks a little surprised at that. He gives me the once over.
O.k. yes, I'm sitting here in rumpled suit pants and a button down shirt, and my hair is probably doing God-knows-what. Come to think of it, I'm surprised Donna let me out of the room this way. But, come on. This is Hawaii. It can't be that hard to get married here.
"Alright," he says. I must have passed inspection. "What did you have in mind?"
"Romantic. It's gotta be romantic. I'm thinking the beach. Soft music. Sunset. Definitely sunset. . . ." Suddenly I stop.
"Oh God. Here she comes." She must have had the same idea as me.
"Quick. Hide" I say to the concierge half blocking my face with the brochure he'd just handed me.
Of course she saw me. She just smiles, shakes her head at me and keeps walking. I hope she's heading toward the boutiques.
Whew. I look back at the concierge, who is looking rather amused now.
"So that's her? Does she know about this wedding plan?" He sounds doubtful.
"Of course she does!" I shout "I asked her on the plane last night!"