call your friend to let her know you’re coming.”
“Yes, if I could borrow your key, I’ll be certain to bring both keys back. I wouldn’t want you disturbing my friend this late; she may be sleeping already.” I say as calmly as I can. Sweetheart, please go get me the bloody key without attracting too much attention or alerting that manager who escorted me out this morning and let me see the woman that has been dancing naked in my mind for weeks. My facial features are starting to hurt from the ridiculous smile I’ve been wearing.
“Right away, sir,” she answers as she walks away, hopefully fetching me a key. Whose ID do they have on file and who has access to Emily’s suite? I start to ponder and worry as the thought of someone else going up to see Emily makes me slightly uneasy. I’m still, however, smiling as I finally thank the woman at the counter, grab the key before somebody changes his or her fucking mind or starts asking me more questions, and run with it.
As soon as the doors to the elevator finally shut I let out a breath and hope for the love of anything holy that Emily is waiting for me upstairs and will listen to me. I pray she won’t be cross with me for not telling her who I was and just how well I know her and her cheating husband.
The elevator stops moving as the attendant welcomes me to the forty-first floor. The lights come on as soon as I step into the foyer and I make my way to the mirrored doors ahead of me, key in hand. Once I easily unlock the entrance I take a deep breath before walking through those doors, knowing that she’s on the other side waiting for me. I enter a huge room that feels more like a ballroom than a living room in a hotel suite. I look around and it seems quiet. This place is extravagant, beautiful, and probably the nicest piece of real estate in all of Manhattan. This little residence must cost a bomb, nothing but the best in Louis’ world. I walk a few more steps inside and still I don’t see or hear anybody. Odd. I want to call out her name, but I first need to assess the situation I’m in before I start beckoning her to me. I decide that the best thing for me to do is sit on one of the many chesterfields like a good lad and wait for her to show herself. Maybe she’s changing, I think as I look toward the monstrous staircase leading to a well-lit second floor. Maybe she’s showering for me; the notion makes my lips curve and my knob twitch. Maybe she does remember how good I made her feel that night and that’s why she wanted to finally see me. My heart accelerates as I get myself even more excited. Her stupid husband probably doesn’t know how to make her moan or give her any pleasure, but he sure knows how to give her pain. I walk over and choose a couch and situate myself facing the staircase. I’ve had a nutty day today, starting with Louis and now ending with Emily. I look at my watch and it’s half past ten. I hope she doesn’t keep me waiting for too long.
I open my eyes and I’m in total darkness. It takes me a minute or so to realize that I’m still at The Pierre and I dozed off waiting for Emily. I look at my phone before I get up and realize it’s well past midnight. She never came down! I check my messages, she never called or texted, either. Maybe something happened! Louis probably found out and locked her up at home. Or maybe she’s upstairs and also fell asleep waiting for me.
I decide to go up. I walk quietly up the massive stone stairs and make a right into a dark hallway lined with doors on one side. One of the doors to the left is completely open and I reckon to start looking for her there.
The bedroom is dark but I can still make out its palatial size with huge windows overlooking New York City giving off a bit of light. I suddenly hear sounds and see movement on the bed. I step to the side of the door to make sure nobody sees me. My eyes adjust to the dark and