the traffic info station. “Might as well know if there are any problems before I reach them.” Nothing kept his mind off of Olivia. He could’ve stayed home with her this weekend and enjoyed her company. They would’ve walked the shore and had dinner together
. M
, m aybe they’d have watched a movie or two. The more he thought about being away from her, the more he ached. Everything reminded him of Olivia. Beautiful trees celebrating the arrival of Spring were covered in leaves the color of emeralds and they matched Olivia’s eyes. The scent of jasmine coming through his air vents smelled just like her and stirred his desire. The jet-black car he drove, was smooth and sleek like her hair.
“What am I doing? The last thing I want
do is
to spend this weekend doing is listening to pompous writers discussing how their plots are always perfect.” Almost halfway to Chicago, Matt whipped the car off the exit as trucks and cars blew their horns in anger at him for cutting across the lanes of traffic. He turned his car south and got back on I-65, heading back
toward
towards Indianapolis.
“I’ll spend the weekend at the River Jewel. Olivia will never know and it’s not like she’d care anyway. I’m sure she’s busy doing her own thing and could use the weekend away from me.”
Matt drove another forty-five minutes, talking to himself and thinking about the amazing woman he’d be with over the weekend. When he reached his exit, he flipped on his turn signal and maneuvered off of the main highway. As soon as he saw the long driveway leading up to his beloved home away from home, he felt his spirits lift. Slowing down, he followed the pink, pea-graveled path all the way to the front doors and parked in one of the few remaining spaces.
He climbed out of his car and stood there a moment appreciating the beauty of the grand hotel. He knew his heart’s desire, or as close as he’d ever get to it, awaited him inside. At the River Jewel Resort, he could let go of his inhibitions and fears. He could be Matt, just Matt, and his woman was in love with him. Leaving his bags in the car, he pulled open the fancy double doors and went to the front desk. Maria, as always, greeted him with a smile.
“Hello, Mr. Osgood. I wondered if we’d be seeing you this weekend. How have you been?”
The little blonde pixie always made him feel welcome. She knew all of his secrets and still she treated him no differently than she treated any other man he’d met at the River Jewel.
“I’m great. I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop in. It’s been a while.” He glanced away, avoiding her eyes.
“Yes, it has. Well, I’m happy to see you. Your suite is ready as always and I’ll have someone park your car and bring you your things. Here’s your key, sir.”
“Thanks, Maria. But, please just have them leave my bags in the car. I won’t be needing them. I’m sure everything I want will be in my room.”
“Of course, Mr. Osgood. Have a great evening.”
“Oh, I will Maria. I most certainly will.”
Matt smiled and took the marble stairs two at a time. He hated the elevators and enjoyed the view from the balcony when he reached the top of the staircase. Each floor had a marble balcony and each one had seating and a bar for the patrons.
“This never gets old.” Taking a deep breath, he looked over the railing and waved at Maria.
He continued on his way and felt the excitement building, the closer he got to his room. Once there, he slid the key card through the electronic reader and let himself inside. Everything was just as he’d left it. His suite was only one of two on the entire twelfth floor and at the opposite end of the hall from the other suite. He had all of the privacy he could ever want. In all of his time coming to the RJR, he’d never once run into anyone staying in the other suite.
“I could run naked through the hallways and no one would ever know.” He laughed as he opened