leave this key with you to pass along to a friend whom I’d like to have access to my suite? His name is Jeffery Rossi. He will be arriving tonight around ten. Could you please give him this key and send him up?” I ask the man at the desk.
“Sure thing. We’ll just add him to your approved guest list and send him right up with the key. Mr. Jeffery Rossi, correct?”
I smile, nod, and walk away.
My goal is to find a quiet little nook to do some thinking. I decide that the little restaurant tucked past the iconic Pierre rotunda will be perfect. As I step into the famous rotunda I look up at the blue-domed ceiling, I smile remembering the great debate Em and I always had about where the best place in the city was to have our weddings. Emily was firm on The Plaza and I always had a soft spot for The Pierre because of this stunning room. After all these years, I still feel like I’m inside a fairytale surrounded by the neo-Renaissance murals. I enter Sirio, the small Italian restaurant, and find a seat at the bar to try and figure out what my approach to Will “The Problem” Knight should be. It’s only eight in the evening so I have plenty of time to eat and construct a killer plan of attack.
I look around and see only a handful of people. I’m actually the only one sitting by the bar. This place is cozy with soft, boring, old-fart music streaming in. I take out my pad, order a French martini, and start writing down some notes about my line of questioning.
“Is this seat taken?” I hear someone ask as I lift my gaze to find Brian looking sexy and edible, smirking down at me. Fuck! I forgot to cancel my “booty call” with him. NO! NO! NO! My insides scream. What the fuck do I do now? I start looking frantically around to try and figure out how to get myself out of this disaster. I see a good-looking, light-haired man sitting at a table studying his phone. I get up and give Brain a hello kiss, looking at the stranger on my left again. This time he’s smiling down at his phone and I decide that he will do just fine for what I’m about to use him for.
“Brian, shit, I can’t believe you came all the way here!”
“You don’t make it easy. I was looking for you at the lounge by the entrance. You weren’t answering my texts; I thought you’d bailed on me. Sara, this dress and you, I’m excited about this. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I knew this would happen one day,” he says with downcast bedroom eyes as he runs his fingers down my bare arms.
“Brian, this is going to sound really shitty but I shouldn’t have texted you earlier. I was just mad and fighting with my boyfriend,” I say and point to the oblivious handsome stranger sitting just far enough away to not hear what I’m saying. Brian looks over at my fake stand-in boyfriend and sure enough, the handsome stranger smiles at us and nods his hello. Perfect!
He lowers his head in disappointment before lifting it up with a sly smile and says, “Okay, I don’t want to cause any trouble, unless you’re looking to spice up your relationship. I actually thought you were married, but if you and your boyfriend are cool with me joining in, I don’t mind sharing you tonight.” He lowers his head and whispers in my ear, “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for a while and my dreams usually come true. Or I can always wait until the next time you have a fight with him.” He waves to my fake boyfriend once again, who is now sitting back and watching us intently. “Would you like that? Do you want me to join you guys? We can both enjoy you, and I am very hungry!” Brain whispers with a smirk and a wink, making me regret wearing panties because they’re drenched.
I shake my head and smile, thinking how amazing it would be if the first time I had sex with someone other than Jeff would be with two gorgeous men. Yeah, right. Ha! Maybe “The Sara” would be up for that kind of adventure, but I’m too much of a pussy to have sex with anyone other than Jeff, let alone two men