I had never really been anything special. The only thing that ever set me apart from other girls were the size of my breasts. About a 34 D. Personally, I'd always thought it to be a curse, passed down from my great aunts. Otherwise, I had boring brown hair that reached the middle of my shoulder blades, rather large, brown eyes, and naturally pale skin. My dark hair and eyes only added to the paleness of my skin. Everyone had always told me that I was pretty, but I could never really bring myself to believe them.
Well, at least until him. Brandon. He was a good head, head and half taller than me, with naturally dark features. Everything, dark hair, eyes, and skin. His eyes were naturally narrow, giving him an era of mysteriousness. The instant I was introduced to him, I couldn't keep my mind off him.
We became rather close, but he was too much of a player to want to get too close to me. We would flirt and tease each other, sharing an occasional friend kiss or close hug. Every kiss or hug, though, would leave me wanting more.
Brandon had finally moved away, leaving me feeling empty and lonely. His only reason was that he wanted to start on a fresh slate. Everyone had grown apart, matured, and he wanted to start over. I didn't see him for a year after that.
I had started working at a hotel downtown. It wasn't the best, five-star hotel, but it was reasonable. I usually ended up working the graveyard shift, but someone had called in sick and asked me to fill in for them. I agreed, and showed up to work at 10 in the morning instead of 10 at night.
I leafed through the pages of my Rockabilla magazine, not expecting anyone to come in. Contrary to my thoughts, though, the bell above the door dinged as someone entered. I looked up, seeing a tall man with dark features walk in. The familiar face didn't register until he arrived at the counter. He didn't seem to recognize me at first either. I handed him a paper to fill out. He paid for his stay, and it wasn't until I checked over his paper work that realized who it was.
"Brandon?" I asked, looking up. He looked down, and the realization finally dawned on him. We hugged over the counter. "What are you doing back in town?" I asked.
"Oh, just visiting. Got a little bored down there and Kyle came down, bringing me up here." He shrugged it off.
"I see. Well at least you're staying at a nice hotel, right?" I grinned.
He winked at me just as another person came in. Two children followed her, fighting until one got pushed down and starting screaming. "I think that's my cue to leave." He smirked. "But before I go..." I scribbled something on a pad of paper on the counter. I gave him the key to his room and he left, glancing back once to wave a little.
When the lady and her children were finally out of the lobby, I leaned back in my chair and checked the piece of paper Brandon had handed me. It was his number and a time. I guessed that was when I was supposed to call him.
Mandy, the next employee, walked in, smiling at me. I clocked out as she clocked in. I grabbed my purse and car keys and existed the building, wondering if I should stop by Brandon's room. Deciding against it, I climbed in my little silver Cadillac and headed home.
I checked the slip of paper at least three times, making sure I knew exactly what it said. I added the number to my phone and memorized the time. As I sat at home, watching TV., I couldn't keep my eyes off the clock. It seemed as though it went slower than it usually did, minutes seemed to stretch on for hours. Finally, seven o'clock came. I grabbed my phone from the table beside me and dialed the number.
His voiced echoed through my head on the second ring. "Hello?" He asked.
"Hey." Was all I could say.
"Oh, hey. I was wondering when you were going to call." I could hear a smile on his voice.
"Yeah, I almost forgot about it until I saw the paper next to me." I lied.
I heard him chuckle. "Yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted to meet somewhere for dinner?" I could hear the hope in is voice. A sudden tug at my heart let butterflies free in my tummy.
"Um, sure. I think I'm free tonight. Sounds good."
"Okay, meet me back at the hotel in ten minutes. Dress decent."
We hung up and I sped down to room, wondering what "decent" was.