“Mom! Dad! Oh my gosh! You should have locked the deadbolt.” Asher started backing out the door of their hotel room dragging what looked like a girl. Oh crap!
“Asher, come back!” Janette called to their son, scrambling to the edge of the king-sized bed. “We’re fully dressed. We were just kissing.”
“Speak for yourself,” Chandler grumbled, pressing his face into his pillow and physically groaning.
Janette giggled at her husband like an embarrassed teenager.
“That’s not helping, woman.” His muffled voice held a plea for mercy.
“Just remember this was your idea,” Janette said with a chuckle then hurried toward the door. She straightened her dress before flinging open the door to where Asher stood holding the hand of a cute blond who had been at the pool party the evening before. “Marnie? It’s so good to see you again. Come on in.”
“Maybe we should wait for you guys at the restaurant downstairs,” Asher suggested, clearing his throat. “Kinda thought you were going to change out of your church clothes before we went to dinner.”
“We… uh… got distracted.” Janette looked away from her son’s piercing eyes.
Marnie stifled a laugh.
“You might want to comb your hair and wash dad’s face.” Asher pointed toward his mom in a nervous gesture. “The way your lipstick is smeared, dad’s probably wearing as much as you are.”
“Thank you, son, I’ll be sure to do that,” Janette said, backing away. “Why don’t you order us some appetizers and we’ll meet you down at the restaurant in about ten minutes.”
“Better make it twenty,” Chandler called in a muffled voice from where he was still lying face down on the king-sized bed.
“See ya in a half hour,” Asher said, shaking his head and tsking at his parents.
Janette’s embarrassment only lasted as long as it took her to latch the deadbolt and hurry across the room. The low hum of the air conditioner in their hotel room created a subtle ambiance that was intoxicating.
“Get over here, woman,” Chandler said, helping her back up beside him. He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Where were we?”
“I believe we were in the process of changing out of our church clothes so we could take our son to dinner,” Janette said, her voice laced with seduction. She laid her head down on the pillow and looked up at her husband, whose eyes smoldered down to her.
“That’s right.” Chandler nodded in mock contemplation. “We need to get these church clothes off.”
“And if I remember correctly, you needed help with these buttons.” Janette reached for the front of his white shirt again, finishing what she’d started before they were interrupted. “And I may need help reaching my zipper.”
“Why do clothing manufacturers sew zippers onto the back of women’s dresses?” Chandler asked, rolling his wife over.
“Just so our husbands can feel useful,” Janette said, breathless.
“I love feeling useful,” Chandler whispered, close to her ear. A trail of kisses down her neck followed the tines of the zipper.
Asher and Marnie had finished a whole plate of nachos by the time Janette and Chandler finished changing from their church clothes into something more comfortable.