Unexpected

Chapter II

Work brought me to Monaco three days ago to audit one of the company's hotels. I usually only stay in the hotel I'm auditing on the day I arrive and move to another hotel the next day. I've come to refuse to sleep where I work, so for this trip I booked the Hotel de Paris. Why not indulge myself in some luxury?

The audit is going according to plan and I think I even might be able to finish earlier than scheduled. My role in the audit is to sit down in front of folders and reports and investigate results and figures and ensure they match. At the same time I create a training plan based on aspects where I feel further training is needed. I usually start with the Financial Audit on Monday and Tuesday and depending on the size of the property I then schedule the Health and Safety audit and Service and Product Audit for the rest of the days. Usually the former is started when I stay in-house as it allows the hotel to not be expecting me and try to influence the experience I would have if I was regular guest. I have been doing this job for eight years and it is a job I truly enjoy. Visiting different countries on a regular doesn't get better than this. And being in Monaco is always a pleasure.

After staring at figures for hours yesterday, I returned to my hotel and found myself in need of a drink. I entered the bar and there he was indulging himself on his drink alone, which I found quite odd. I would think someone like him would always carry an entourage around. I had seen him online and certainly pictures didn't do him justice. Seating on a figure four lock position and holding his glass, he transpired attraction but he looked lost in thought. I saw his face turn to me as soon as he could hear the click clack of my heels. I turned to the barman but I could feel his gaze on me as I paced down towards the bar.

I got my drink and sat on the table opposite his. I tried to avoid his eyes and enjoy my drink in peace. So when the barman brought me a drink from him, I did what any other wicked woman would do, I joined the game. I drank most of the glass and I walked towards his table, thanked him for the drink and left my room key on the table. When he knocked on my door 30 minutes later I knew he had understood what I meant.

And so for the next five hours I indulged in him. And although, what we did was in lack of other words, otherworldly, I felt some sort of connection with him. This was not only absurd since I'd only met him hours before and we had barely spoken the whole night, but my mind kept going back to specific touches of his hands, his kisses, and the fact he cooked for me without me giving any hint of being hungry. Even when he was deep in me, we were in unison. I felt it and I think he felt it too. Cher did say, 'If you want to know (...), it's in his kiss'. Something about his lips on mine felt right but it was wrong. So as soon as I got a chance, I ran. 

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I've been running for 40min. I need to start running back to the hotel. I hope he has left by then. The note was pretty clear. I can't be seen with him, or better, he can't be seen with me. And as good as last night was, I'll be gone in by the end of the week, so seeing him again is not really an option. 

On the way back to the hotel, I try to keep my mind clear off him but my thoughts kept going back to last night, to what we did, to the fact that I just had a one night stand with Charles Leclerc, that we may or may have not actually felt something in the middle of all the sex, and inevitably to the fact that he is 8 years my junior. It shouldn't really matter, if we're both free but these are the perks of being an overthinker. As much as I try to control my thoughts, sometimes they take over and I can only let it run its course.

I get back to the hotel and slowly walk into my apartment. I find it empty. I see that he has tidied up the seating area and the kitchen. On the coffee table I find a note from saying 'I've had the most amazing night of my life. Please allow me to take you out for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, drink, coffee or water. I need to see you again. Please call/text me on +377 6 740 29 26.' I smiled at the note and chucked it in the bin. As lovely as it all sounded, I could not indulge on this with him; not him. So our one night-stand was all there was. I have a shower, get dressed and go to work.