My boss was presenting his paper on the newest product and I was left to slowly wither, waiting until the end of the day to clean up. I shouldn't have been drinking this early, it was just after 10:00 a.m., but it was all on the company's tab so why not.
Lost in my daydreams, I was surprised by a soft clearing of throat from the right. I swiveled my head to and saw a dark pinstriped suit clad very tall and pretty ...woman. She had very close-cropped black hair almost glued to her scalp, sharp angular face and a rather prominent nose. She must have either had tiny tits or they were heavily restrained. Her coat covered any other curves she might have had. Though she was trying to be masculine, there was no hiding her feminine beauty. Her slim lips and bushy brows couldn't hide her twinkling eyes.
She asked, "Do you have a light?"
My first thought was, who smokes in this age, but I said, "This place is non-smoking."
She smiled with her perfectly soft eyes, her lips parted. Her tongue tip slid between her pearly white teeth. She gently bit her tongue and drew a sharp breath. Her hand slipped into her inner coat pocket and withdrew something. She bent down towards me; her perfume reminded me of cinnamon and sunshine.
Her hand rested on the couch next to my leg, almost touching, and said, "My room isn't." She then straightened up, her lips curved in a mischievous smile and turned away from me walking towards the elevators.
After she had disappeared, I looked down to see a room key-card sitting next to my legs. Suffice it to say that my heart was racing a million miles a minute. I hadn't been with a woman since my marriage and though I was now divorced there just never seemed to be any time for a relationship. The wine glass was empty and then it was refilled. I felt myself flush as the excitement built, even though my mind kept saying 'no', my body had a mind of its own, and it was winning.
I finished my next glass of wine to build up some courage but just as I got up, my cell rang. My boss needed me to run to the office and pick up some more materials right away; the nerve of the asshole. I felt relieved that my choice was made for me and took the safe route to the office.
The cab ride back was emotional, the excitement was back twofold. My thighs were clamped together. The air conditioning was on high but I felt feverish. I straightened my skirt and grabbed the box of materials and went back in the hotel. I left them backstage where my boss met me.
He said, "Hey, are you OK? You look flushed."
I mumbled, "Just feeling queasy." Which was not entirely untrue.
He said, "Why don't you go home and if you feel better by five come back and help me pack up".
I said, "Okay."
By now the wine's effects had wound down. So I was feeling apprehensive again, I went to the restroom and closed the door to my stall. After I peed, I sat there on the toilet seat with my head in my hands. I took out the room key from my clutch; I don't remember when I had put it in. The metallic gold tone card had just a number three etched to one of its side the other side had just the hotel crest. The card was cool to touch and sharp edged, thumbing its side made me shiver. I decided to forget about going up there. Resolved, I cleaned up looked at myself in the mirror, I wondered what made her come up to me, and how she knew I might be interested at all. My soft yellow sheer chiffon top and yellow chemise underneath and light chocolate skirt though nice were nothing special; neither was the simple hair pulled back in a ponytail for work with almost no makeup other than the light lipstick and concealer. The only thing that stood out was my heels, I am short so I wear four-plus inch heels. Today was no different. They were a lighter yellow, a different shade than my top but close enough that they matched.
I parted my lips and bit my tongue the same way she had done, and decided the look didn't work for me, but then it made me think of her again. I stepped out of the restroom and made towards the doors. I am not sure how I ended up in the elevator instead. My heart was racing and I had to see her again. I was just going to return the card and that's it.
I slid the card into the key reader and the lift shot up. The doors finally opened to a foyer rather than a hotel hallway. The floor was marble, the vase gorgeous, the light from the window reflected brilliantly. Just ahead was a double door with one door slightly ajar. I peered inside, it was dark, I could hear a soft voice singing on the stereo in some language I didn't know. Marble continued a little further and I stepped in and returned the door to its previous location.
My eyes adjusted and I took in the richly furnished room. The soft carpet and the plush rug in front of the dark fireplace, mahogany and leather made up the furniture. A hallway led toward a balcony with big French doors and though I could see outside it didn't let in much light through the tinted glass panels. There were entrances along the hallway but the darkness hid whatever was there. The left led to two stairs leading down to a spacious wooden floor, a grand piano sat to one side. Drapes covered the far wall hinting at windows but again it was too dark.
I stepped forward and tentatively said, "Hello."
I didn't hear a response, so I stepped up to a small table that was sitting just before the living area, the sound of my heels on the marble ungainly loud. I put the key on the table and turned to leave. I am not sure how she managed it but she was standing behind me next to the double doors, her oxfords were off but otherwise she was still dressed the same, down to the black socks.
She smiled, and I said, "Hi. I just came up to return the key."
She didn't answer just walked up to me, making me look up to her; she must have been close to six feet tall. She touched my cheek with the back of her hand and asked, "Wine?"
"Okay," I replied.
