It had been a long day. For the both of them. While she had been busy meeting with and keeping happy some high profile guests at her hotel, he had been slogging at work before he decided that it was enough. He had quit on the spot, left work and come straight to this hotel to drink himself away. And she had just walked in, having just seen her guests off.
That was an odd sight to her. A man, about 5'10'', sitting at the bar alone, drinking. He seemed averagely built, but on the leaner side. He was not a hotel guest, she knew. Nor was he waiting for someone. He looked like a man broken. By love, or by life, she couldn't tell. Feeling a nudge inside her, she walked over to him and occupied the adjacent stool.
He felt her presence and glanced over at her. For a second, he wasn't sure if the girl looked hot because he was drunk, or because it was true. She looked like a fine beauty, clad in a dark blue skirt and a sea blue blouse. Heels, that seemed high enough. She seemed almost as tall as him, but she'd probably be a few inches taller in heels. She looked corporate. He almost turned back to his drink before he realised that she was looking at him. He turned his head again to look at her, and their eyes locked. She smiled.
"Hard day?"
"Yeah." He smiled a resignation-like smile.
She looked at him. Almost as if into him.
"And drinking yourself until you pass out and have to be dragged into a room here sounds appealing to you?"
He sat up a little. She was inquisitive. But she was also almost telling him to not do something so stupid. It was in her tone. On her face.
"I wasn't exactly planning on partying THAT hard." He smiled.
And so did she. He was smart. Not like other guys - who were all either butch, wannabe butch, or plain stupid. He seemed like neither.
"Would you want to do a different kind of party?"
"What kind of party?"
"Don't worry. Nothing too bad. Just say.. yes, or no?"
He looked back at her, trying to figure her out. But maybe it was the alcohol, maybe his brains left him because guys' brains always do when they see a beautiful woman. But he couldn't. Her question seemed almost like a nudge, as if she had already known what he was going to say.
"Sure! I don't mind.. What is this party?"
"Come with me!" She extended a hand to him.
He paused for a second and told her he needed to pay the bill. But her hand glided forward and held his forearm lightly.
"It won't be necessary. I'll bill it to the tab."
"You'll bill it?"
"Yeah. I didn't get a chance to mention it yet, but this place is mine. And it will all be taken care of. Now shall we?"
There was a hint of impatience in her tone, but he couldn't be sure. She was pleasant enough. And polite enough. He could not complain.
"Alright." He got up from his seat and she walked a step ahead of him. Her hand was no longer available to him, he noticed. But that was okay. They were still both going toward the elevator.
"Quick question. Why are you so keen to "party" with a lone drunk at the bar? Am I one of your regular hook ups?"
She looked back at him, a little surprised, a little taken aback. She didn't expect him to say anything such. But it was probably the alcohol that was making him talk. She took a deep breath, stepped into the elevator as it opened, and pressed 30. The doors slowly shut.
"I don't usually do this. Let's just say that I have had a long yet a successful day and I want to let it all out."
No sooner had she finished her sentence than she turned to him and pressed him into the back wall. One of her hands was on his chest, and the other on his waist. The sudden rush she felt while describing her day to him sent her over the edge. It had to be now. And she had him right where she wanted him.
Her hand slid up his chest, up his cheek, and into his hair. Her fingers found their way to the back of his head and grabbed a bunch of his hair. She pulled down on them, and his face tilted upward as if automatically. She looked down at his cute face, caught by surprise. He was almost stunned. Her other hand played around his waist and abs and she pressed herself into him. Her firm but soft C cups pressed into his chest and her lips caught his open mouth in a sultry kiss. She kissed him hard and deep for a few seconds before pulling back away. Her hand let go of his hair and she turned to stand beside him again, as if they were just two people in an elevator. He hadn't said a word, nor had he tried to take control. She knew this was going to be fun.
Within the next ten seconds, the elevator rang and opened its doors on the 30th floor. But there was no corridor. They seemed to enter straight into an apartment.
She walked straight in, and he took a moment to accustom himself to what was going on around him. He walked out of the elevator, looking around, half in awe, half in admiration. And then he turned to look at her.
She was already looking at him, smiling as she did. She walked over to a sofa in the living and patted on the seat beside herself.
"Come, sit."
He saw no better option. He walked over to her and sat down beside her, almost expecting her to begin kissing him again. But she didn't.
"We need to talk first." She began, as if she had read his mind about the kissing. She looked back up into his eyes, and began.
"I don't need to tell you that everything that happens within this house, stays within this house. I have a name I need to keep away from controversies. Controversies not only hurt me, they hurt the hotel too." She was watching him all the time she was speaking. She needed to make sure that he was paying attention. And oh he was.
