Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Jordan pulled up and Zora hopped in even as he urged her to get in quickly. She smiled and waved a dismissive hand before setting her suitcase in the back seat. I don't know what you're so worried about, she said casually. You're just giving me a ride to an educational event, that's all. She made herself comfortable quickly, kicking off her shoes and sitting cross-legged in the passenger's seat. She pulled out snacks she'd bought while waiting at the gas station and offered them each in turn as she opened them. When she spotted the camping gear Zora smiled and looked over at him. Going camping on the floor of a room at the Boston Harbor Hotel, are we? she asked with a wry grin. Well, I hope you packed something nice because we've got dinner reservations. I thought the Capital Grille would be nice after such a drive. Zora dropped casual mentions of her expensive taste, funded by her mother's credit card. Her mother, the high-powered corporate lawyer, had given her free reign for a Christmas weekend with her friends in Boston the charges wouldn't be in the least suspicious. The drive passed pleasantly enough once Jordan--she started calling him Jordan without waiting for him to tell her to do so--actually relaxed. They chatted or sang along to the radio, or sometimes rode in companionable silence, looking out at the snowy woods and fields. Traffic down Route 1 through Saugus was a monster, as always, but once they were in Boston proper Zora stared out the window. She practically sparkled when she grinned, genuinely and without guile, at the city lights and Christmas lights which had been put up all over the city. Finally the reached the hotel and Zora checked them in under Lola Ferguson--her mother. The employees were professionals and didn't look askance at Jordan as he accompanied her to the top floor. The Governor's Suite was well appointed, with a large marble bathroom big enough for two and a deep claw foot tub. There was a stylish living area with a walk-on balcony that overlooked the sun setting over the harbor. Downstairs the marble lobby and grand dining room had been decked out for Christmas in red, white, green, and gold. With an excited grin Zora bounced on the end of the bed for a minute. It's perfect, isn't it? She looked expectantly at Jordan. It was likely her expressions since they'd come into the city were more genuine than he'd seen the entire semester. She was truly happy to be sharing this with him. We should probably change for dinner, though. Our reservation is for 8. Already it was 715. She dug around in her suitcase for a moment then looked coyly at him over her shoulder. No peeking. Of course, the only doors in the room were the bathroom, the closets, and the one leading to the hallway. If Jordan were truly to not peek he would have to turn around and find a direction which didn't face a mirror. Whether he did peek would determine how the evening would go after dinner. Regardless of whether he looked Zora stripped from comfortable travel clothes and stepped into a tasteful green dress with very high heels . Her stockings were dark, held up by garters which were invisible beneath the dress, and once she had touched everything up her makeup was appropriately dark for evening wear and her dark, curly hair was pinned in a sweeping updo. Finally she donned a long coat which had the effect of making her look like she was wearing nothing but the stockings and high heels. Finally she held her arm out to Jordan. Ready to go?