Mega opened one eye and peeked around the room. Her body told her that she had a very interesting night, she slept wonderfully and that she was not in the privacy of her hotel room. She sat up holding the duvet to her body surveying her surroundings more thoroughly. About to give up and grab her clothes that were laid out neatly on the bed, she spotted a note next to her bag.
"Sorry I had to run out for an important business meeting. Make yourself at home....or not. ~D." Mega turned the paper over and frowned, No number? Disappointment washed over her face. Skipping her undergarments, she stepped into her sweats, threw the rest of her belongings in her bag and headed towards the door.
In the lobby, the same security guard was sitting at the front desk and when he saw her jumped up to speak her.
"Excuse me." He looked like a taller version of Cedric the Entertainer and looked at her as if he could see into her soul.
She stepped back, "Yes?"
He spoke closing the gap between the two of them. Mega's first instinct was to open it more, but she did not want to come off in an bad kind of way so she let him into her personal space. He whispered, "Davis told me to let you know that if you needed a ride back to your car to let me know and I will call for a car. Or, if you needed to be brought home."
"Its not far, I will walk." She stepped past the guard.
"He actually you would say that. He insists and it would be his pleasure for skipping out so early." His facial expression gave away that he was supposed to be a little bit more discreet than that.
Her answer was turning around and heading for the door. Outside the air was crisp and refreshing on her warm face. Brushing off the fact that she had just broken her number one do not do (one night stands with strangers), she made her walk back to her rental. She had just enough time to shower, check out of her hotel and make it back home by dinner time.
Once back in her hotel room, Mega noticed that the message light on her phone was blinking. Anyone who knew where she was for the weekend, knew to call her cell phone. Having no missed calls, she sat on the side of the bed, naked, with a white hotel towel barely wrapped around her breast and placed the receiver to her ear. "You have one new message, please press one to receive your message or--"
Pressing one, she continued to listen, "Mega," her heart stopped at the familiar chocolate voice, "Davis. I'm so very sorry that I had to run out like that. It sounds bad but I put the rest of your money in your bag along with my number. Please don't be alarmed that I know where you're staying. I know things. Talk to you soon. I hope."
She hit seven to erase the message and walked over to her bag. Inside, was the an envelope and a slip of paper with ten digits written in black ink.
Call him, her thoughts nudged her.
Mega sat on side of the tub and pulled out her cell. She wanted to be sure that he had her number so they could keep in contact.
He answered on the first ring, "Davis Hamilton?"
Mega sucked in her breath, Hamilton? Hamilton. Hamilton! Oh, shit, can't be!
"Hello?" He was about to hang up.
"Davis? Hi, Mega. Hi." She slapped her forehead.
"Mega?" He whispered, "I'm in a very important meeting. Call you back." Davis clicked his cell phone off and smiled to himself once noticed the 203 area code and not the hotel's.
Mega climbed in the shower and washed the sweaty sex off of her curvy body.
