difficult to get people to drive all this way just for an event. There seems to be a lot more males than females going, but I think it has something to do with the fact that Jessie managed to hire a couple of pole dancers for the evening. I’m actually looking forward to them showing me some moves. Who knows, once I get some drinks inside of me and get brave, I may even try a little maneuver myself.
I must admit, I feel kind of relieved that Jake’s nowhere near me today. Feeling like I do for him is harder, knowing that he’s only a few minutes away. I sometimes wonder if we’ll bump into each other in the shops. At least here I can relax at the knowledge that there’s no chance of that happening.
The hotel itself is very nice. It doesn’t look very old, and you can tell the owner’s put careful consideration in to every single detail. Its clean marble flooring, thick, grey curtains cascading around the solid marble columns make it look extremely expensive, modern, and sleek.
When we get to the counter to check-in, my jaw nearly drops at the sight of a gorgeous man in a very expensive black suit. He has a crisp white shirt which hugs his beautiful, masculine physique. His hair is dark brown and slightly wavy. He has stubble, but that only adds to his charm, and his lips are pouty. In fact, I think they’re wasted on him. What a woman wouldn’t give to have pouty lips like that? To add to his looks, he also has olive skin, which leads me to believe he is of Italian or Spanish descent. I chance a glance towards Jessie standing next to me, and she mouths the words, “Oh, my fucking God,” causing me to chuckle out loud.
The noise—of course—alerts the sexy beast standing only a few feet away. He smiles, showing us his perfect white teeth, and I think Jessie and I nearly faint. Wow, he’s super-hot. His eyes are like the color of caramel candy.
The lady behind the desk smiles sweetly at the stranger and hands him his card. “There you are, Mr. Belatoni. You will be staying in the Presidential Suite, courtesy of Mr. Davenport. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”
My goodness, the body language of this girl is practically screaming the words, ‘Take me now!’ to him. I think I can safely say that I’m right in assuming that he is of Italian descent, although his accent is American.
“No, that’s okay. Thank you.” He turns his head towards us and puts two fingers up to his forehead in salute. “Ladies,” he practically purrs before strolling off.
The receptionist is in a fluster by the time she has to deal with us.
“Wow, who was Mr. Sex on Legs?” Jessie asks.
The receptionist lets out a much-needed breath before answering. “I always find it so difficult to deal with him because he’s so hot.” Her face flushes, and she smiles at us in embarrassment. “Sorry, that was unprofessional of me.”
Jessie waves her hand. “You’re only telling the truth, girl, don’t be sorry about that. He is damn fine.” We all start giggling like teenage girls as the receptionist tries her best to check us in.
Once Jessie and I find our rooms, we part ways so that Jessie can get on with doing what she does best. The room’s very spacious for a hotel, decorated in creams and silvers. The sheets are soft, the towels thick and fluffy. I sit, mind wandering for a moment about what it would be like to have Jake staying here with me. I think we would end up waking up the whole hotel, which would not be a good thing. I’m not normally very vocal in bed, but Jake has me screaming his name whenever he’s inside me. The thought makes my toes curl in imaginative anticipation.
Shaking my head out of my incessant longing, I decide to take a walk around the hotel and check out the facilities since I still have a few hours until the event.
When I reach the reception area, I see Michael checking in. “Hey, Michael, nice to see you.” I walk up close to him and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, Ana, I just finished checking in. Do you want to meet me in the bar in five minutes, and I’ll buy you a drink?”
I’m suddenly glad for the company. “Yes, that would be great. I’ll