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master suite that had a small living area dividing them.  Randle motioned for the valet to take the rest of the luggage into the third room.
    As soon as Randle tipped the man and he left their suite Lia approached him.  “I’m not sleeping in there with you.”
    “Fine, then sleep with Marc or James,” he retorted cynically. 
    Lia wasn’t amused.  “I don’t think so.”
    “Look, I booked this room before I knew you were coming along.  We’ll just have to make do.”
    She knew he was telling the truth.  It would be a bit uncomfortable but she felt she could trust Randle.  He had never forced himself on her before.  Surely he would behave now.
    “Can we please finally get something to eat?” she then begged. 
    “In a few minutes.  You stay in here and watch tv or something.  I have a couple of calls to make and then I’ll be right out I promise.”  He disappeared to the master bedroom and closed the door behind him.
    It was quite evident Randle wanted total privacy while he placed his calls.  Lia walked over to turn on the small set that was positioned on a table just in front of the sofa, picked up the remote control and began to flip through the channels not at all paying attention to what was showing. 
    About fifteen minutes later she finally heard the door open and Randle re-emerged.
    “C’mon, let’s go down to the hotel dining room.  I’m a bit hungry now myself.”  He rested his hand flat on her back as he walked her out the door.
    Although this trip was going to be short she knew Lia was very much enjoying just getting away from home.  Other than an occasional shopping trip or a visit to Randle’s downtown office she never went anywhere else.  Her eyes moved constantly soaking in everything she could.
    They now stood in the doorway of the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel waiting to be seated.  A young waitress finally approached them.  “How many sir?”
    “Just us two,” Randle replied politely.
    She motioned for them to follow.  Lia held firmly to Randle’s arm as they made their way through the elegant dining room.  Crystal chandeliers were hanging from the dimly lit room and the tables were all covered with the finest white linen.  You could hear the occasional clanging of wine glasses from all about.
    This is almost romantic she thought as they were seated now at a small round table with a large candle burning in the center and a set of fine silverware perfectly set for two.
    The waitress handed each of them a menu.  “What can I get you to drink?” she then asked.
    Randle replied quickly, “Bring us your finest Chardonnay.”
    “A wine night huh?” she teased with a huge smile.  Clearly she was enjoying the moment.
    “Maybe it’ll relax me,” he replied.  “You’re making me nervous.”
    “Well I don’t mean too.”
    Randle chuckled.  “You never do.”
    The waitress returned with an ice bucket containing the wine and placed it in the center of table just next to the candle then placed a crystal goblet in front of each of them.  She poured their wine then took their food order.
    “Why don’t you take me with you more often?  I really think I could get used to this.”
    Randle just stared for a moment.  “Princess I just try to keep you as safe as possible,” he answered in a near whisper.  “You know full well you really shouldn’t be here.”
    She did know what he meant…at least she thought she did.  But other than her suspicions over the years she never really knew for sure exactly what kind of “business” he always had to tend too.  One thing she did learn was when to quit asking.
    Their food finally arrived at the table, two perfectly cooked New York strip steaks complete with baked potato with all the toppings and salad.   Randle now acted hungrier than she was.  They clicked the glasses together then enjoyed their romantic little outing.
     
     
    Back at the room Lia was finally getting tired.  “I think I’m