different than the first, every bit as intense and as sensual, but different. He told her in that kiss how desirable she was to him and left her with the sweet anticipation for more, for tomorrow, for forever.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come up?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I do want to come up” he grunted, releasing her and backing away from his obvious physical excitement that had grown in between them. “But I will see you in the morning.”
When Latisse got to her room, she flung herself onto the massive double bed alone, but she was asleep before she could feel alone. She slept soundly, without dreams, without anxiety, in perfect contentment. She slept until the sound of the phone ringing brought her back to consciousness, back to reality.
“Ms. Charles, it’s the airlines guest counter. We just wanted to notify you that per request, your luggage has been located and transported to your hotel. It should be arriving,” there was a knock on the hotel room door, “any minute.” Latisse threw on a hotel robe and answered the door, it was her luggage. She didn’t even remember asking for it. She hauled in the heavy suitcase and sat on the bed, trying to clear her mind.
As she surveyed her room, she saw the green dress she had worn last night crumpled on the floor. The events of the last 24 hours began to filter back into her yet not awake mind and she started to smile. Had it been a dream, could it have been real? All the evidence suggested it was real, but really? Things like last night only happened in fairy tales and romance stories, not to real people like her. Just then the phone rang again.
“Good morning beautiful, ready for breakfast?” It was him. Maybe it had been real after all. “I’m downstairs.” “Oh my God,” she thought. Maybe one day he would see first thing in the morning, but not this morning. “Um, okay,” she hesitated, “give me a minute.” She looked at the clock, it was seven thirty. “Give me 30 minutes” she sheepishly told the man on the phone.
“I will wait for you forever” the voice said making her smile. Well, at least until noon” he laughed. “Unless you have a better offer for breakfast.” “No” she said, “I’ll be right down.”
She sat in front of the big mirror facing the bed and asked herself “Now what?” How are you supposed to act after something like last night? Could it really only have been one day she’d known him?
Getting carried away by travel fatigue and a lot of wine and good food was one thing, but this was stark daylight reality, and early morning no less. “What do I say? How do I act?” She mused. “Hell, what should I wear?”
Thirty minutes later she stepped off the elevator into the hotel lobby where he was waiting. She wore blue jeans and a cardigan sweater with a Christmas design. Her hair was mouse back with a tiny curl to the front, it laid nicely on her neck. She looked like Halle Berry in Boomerang. She wore a freshly scrubbed face but had managed to put on a little makeup. Delicate CloisonnéChristmas bell earrings hung from her earlobes. It was Christmas Eve after all. She didn’t have any idea what to expect. Was he just being polite? It was still only eight freakin o’clock in the morning.
He walked up to her as soon as he saw her get off the lift and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her sweetly on the lips and without letting her loose said, “I hope you missed me as much I did you.” She was speechless. And she was never speechless. He put an arm around her shoulders and propelled her towards the breakfast buffet in the Hyatt dining room. “Let’s eat” he said, “I’m starving.”
Once settled at a table, her with black coffee and a croissant, he with a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, two pancakes, orange juice and coffee he started talking with his mouth full between bites. “So I have an idea.”
“I kinda
“Are you sure you don’t want to come up?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I do want to come up” he grunted, releasing her and backing away from his obvious physical excitement that had grown in between them. “But I will see you in the morning.”
When Latisse got to her room, she flung herself onto the massive double bed alone, but she was asleep before she could feel alone. She slept soundly, without dreams, without anxiety, in perfect contentment. She slept until the sound of the phone ringing brought her back to consciousness, back to reality.
“Ms. Charles, it’s the airlines guest counter. We just wanted to notify you that per request, your luggage has been located and transported to your hotel. It should be arriving,” there was a knock on the hotel room door, “any minute.” Latisse threw on a hotel robe and answered the door, it was her luggage. She didn’t even remember asking for it. She hauled in the heavy suitcase and sat on the bed, trying to clear her mind.
As she surveyed her room, she saw the green dress she had worn last night crumpled on the floor. The events of the last 24 hours began to filter back into her yet not awake mind and she started to smile. Had it been a dream, could it have been real? All the evidence suggested it was real, but really? Things like last night only happened in fairy tales and romance stories, not to real people like her. Just then the phone rang again.
“Good morning beautiful, ready for breakfast?” It was him. Maybe it had been real after all. “I’m downstairs.” “Oh my God,” she thought. Maybe one day he would see first thing in the morning, but not this morning. “Um, okay,” she hesitated, “give me a minute.” She looked at the clock, it was seven thirty. “Give me 30 minutes” she sheepishly told the man on the phone.
“I will wait for you forever” the voice said making her smile. Well, at least until noon” he laughed. “Unless you have a better offer for breakfast.” “No” she said, “I’ll be right down.”
She sat in front of the big mirror facing the bed and asked herself “Now what?” How are you supposed to act after something like last night? Could it really only have been one day she’d known him?
Getting carried away by travel fatigue and a lot of wine and good food was one thing, but this was stark daylight reality, and early morning no less. “What do I say? How do I act?” She mused. “Hell, what should I wear?”
Thirty minutes later she stepped off the elevator into the hotel lobby where he was waiting. She wore blue jeans and a cardigan sweater with a Christmas design. Her hair was mouse back with a tiny curl to the front, it laid nicely on her neck. She looked like Halle Berry in Boomerang. She wore a freshly scrubbed face but had managed to put on a little makeup. Delicate CloisonnéChristmas bell earrings hung from her earlobes. It was Christmas Eve after all. She didn’t have any idea what to expect. Was he just being polite? It was still only eight freakin o’clock in the morning.
He walked up to her as soon as he saw her get off the lift and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her sweetly on the lips and without letting her loose said, “I hope you missed me as much I did you.” She was speechless. And she was never speechless. He put an arm around her shoulders and propelled her towards the breakfast buffet in the Hyatt dining room. “Let’s eat” he said, “I’m starving.”
Once settled at a table, her with black coffee and a croissant, he with a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, two pancakes, orange juice and coffee he started talking with his mouth full between bites. “So I have an idea.”
“I kinda
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