"I know where he is." James says and walks forward, following Phill I think but staying away a bit, more time to think of a plan.
I follow him closely, the creepy French dude who thought I was a stripper is rubbing his cheek. I should not of worn shorts! I should of not of worn shorts! I should not of worn shorts!
James turns back towards me as Phill looks around the place. "You still got that ring?" He asks, his voice just below a whisper but I can make out his words perfectly.
I hold up my hand with the ring on and wiggle my fingers. James smiles at me and I smile back. I elbow him in the stomache and nod towards Phill who is walking into a private room with some man.
We start walking towards it but trying to blend in with the crowd so we don't get caught. I giggle at little. "This is just like a James Bond film but sooo cooler 'cause James Bond is so ewww and your no..." I start whispering but stop myself before I go any further.
James lifts an eyebrow, "What's the end to that sentance? I'm so...?" He asks, amusement in his eyes even as they keep traveling to the door that Phill went through. I blush a little.
"I wasn't going to say anything. Just... there's a big French dude with a suitcase going into our Philly-boys room." I say, watching the door than lookin around so it looks like I'm checking out the place (which I kinda am aswell). I see the French guy who thought I was a stripper look at him and I think that look should be illegal in all countries!
"Follow me." James says as he leads the way towards a staff door. He put the key in the lock and turns back to me. "Do whatever I say. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to leave, you leave. And if I tell you to call for help, you..."
"I'll run around giving people lap-dances." I say with a smile, James looks angry that I'm trying to make a joke out of a serious thing, but I can see a faint smile there too. "Don't worry, I've got your back 007." I say and wink at him.
James shakes his head and open the door. This is it.