Monday. May I see you on Wednesday?”
“Maybe.”
“Are you
trying to be coy?
"No,”
she says. “I miss you. I wish I could be with you right now.”
"Me
too," he says. “We only have a few more days.”
"I'll
talk to you later," she says.
When she
gets off the phone she drops to the floor. All of a sudden she can’t breathe.
She cries at what the outcome is going to be. She really wants to see him
before the Gala began. She knows she shouldn't but she wants to make love to
him. Samantha knows this is the last time they will be on good terms.
He sent her
a text: “Can you come on Tuesday?”
"Yes,"
she replies.
He has his
assistant call the hotel to change her room but found nothing under Tiffany
Skyler. He has her book the Penthouse suite for them through Saturday.
Texting her
again: “My assistant called to cancel your room but she couldn't find it in
your name,” he says.
“Oh, it must
have been at the other location,” she replies.
“I booked a
suite for us at the Hilton Market Place. When you get there, just tell them who
you are and they will give you the key. No credit card or ID is needed.”
“ Great ,”
she thought. The cat could have been out the bag sooner than later.
Tuesday
morning she put some big curls in her sandy brown hair.
Friday
morning she plans to get blonde highlights in her hair.
She makes
sure she has everything she needs for her trip. She arrives at the hotel that
evening around 6 p.m. to get the key to the room. When she opens the
double doors to the suite; her jaw drops. It is huge with floor to
ceiling windows. She is greeted by a large arrangement of long stemmed red
roses. She immediately reaches for the card.
It reads:
“I've missed you and can't wait to see you. Jacob.”
She smiles
from ear to ear and twirls around the room as her tan skirt spins around with
ease. She goes to the balcony, looking down at the busy streets. Her music
plays on her IPhone from the docking station to help her unwind. She then goes
to take a bath in the huge Jacuzzi tub. She re-curls her hair then put on
a yellow skirt with a form fitting red top. At 8 p.m. there is a knock at the
door. She opens it, squeals with delight, and jumps right into Jacob’s arms
giving him a big kiss.
"I'm so
happy to see you! I missed you!" she says.
“Do you like
the flowers?”
“Are you
kidding me, I love them! Why did you knock?" she asks.
“I didn't
want to startle you again.”
“Awww,
that’s so sweet. But it’s ok. I understand we are here together.”
"Did
you eat yet?”
“No.”
They order room
service. The fire is burning in the fireplace inside while they eat dinner on
the balcony. They come inside to sit by the fire to eat their dessert.
Samantha
asks,” What is the Gala for?”
"It's
for my foundation to help fund and find a cure for children with cancer and
leukemia. It also helps those families with little to no insurance. At a
time when a parent should be focused on their child and their health, they
shouldn’t have to worry about anything else including the unforeseen and additional
expenses," he says.
Of course
she knows all about the Gala. She wanted to hear him talk about it. He
pours them another glass of wine.
"Let's
toast to a successful event," she says.
After taking
a sip of the wine, he takes her glass sitting it on the table. He leans in
placing his lips over hers slowly kissing her. She gazes into his eyes.
"You're
so damn beautiful!" he says, kissing her again running his hands through
her hair.
He gently
pushes her back on to the floor kissing her neck. He pulls her blouse over her
head. She starts to remove his shirt, making sure to run her finger tips softly
over his abs and chest. He reaches for her hand pulling her up and whisks her
into the bedroom. She sits on the bed unbuckling his pants. He pulls a condom
out of his pocket before they drop to the floor.
She opens
the condom package with her teeth putting it on