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Beyoncé, who I now knew as Bey, and I got drinks at the bar every night for a week straight. Well, she had a drink and I had cranberry juice.
We sat at the bar, did something intellectual of some sort, and flirted until I decided it was time for me to go to bed.
She was surprised by my intelligence. We discuss things like books we've read and weird things like the current state of the housing market.
Now I understand what she meant by intelligent conversations.
I could tell she was starting to like me, really like me. Not even just because she's been coming to the hotel just to see me every day after she leaves her job, but from how she talks and looks at me also.
After a week, I was tired of just being at the bar. We needed to take things to the next level, I didn't want to be here for too long.
It was a Saturday so I knew she had that meeting at the hotel. I timed when I called her perfectly for when she would be in the car on the way to her meeting.
I called and she answered right away. "Hey Nic." That's her nickname for me. I don't cringe when she says it like I do when others give me nickname, especially since I have one for her too.
I laid in bed checking out my nails that I just got done. "Hey Bey. Are you busy?"
"Nope. I'm actually on my way to you- well
my meeting right now."
"Okay good, I was actually calling you about that."
"Hm?"
I rolled over on my stomach and put my lower legs up. "I have a really bad headache and I really don't feel like leaving my room. Would you like to come up instead?"
"Come up to your room?" I just imagined her eyebrows raising and her mouth slightly opened. I've studied her body language up close over the past week.
"You don't have to. It's just an alternative because I still wanted to see you today, we also have privacy." I mentioned privacy to make her start thinking of different possibilities of what we could do, that would definitely convince her.
"Okay, sure. Just send me your room number and I'll call you when I finish my meeting." She tried to sound calm but her voice got slightly higher, she was excited.
I smiled like she could see me. "Will do. See you soon."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye Bey." I hung up and the phone and texted her my room number right away.
Now all I had to do was get her to open up to me so I could figure out her weaknesses and get into her house so I could find out her security system and the codes to her stuff. That shouldn't be too hard.
I knew her meetings took a while so I had some time to kill. I stayed in bed for a while before I got up and went to take a shower.
I did my makeup in a way that wouldn't be able to tell I was wearing makeup and sprayed Baccarat Rouge 540 on myself, it's a scent that seduces people all on its own.
I was in my bathroom recurling a couple sections of my hair when Bey started calling me. I answered and put it on speaker so I could still curl my hair while speaking. "Hey. You're done?"
"Yeah, I just got finished. I'm walking to the elevator right now."
"I just got out the shower, but you can still come up. Just knock on the door, I'll be able to hear you from the bathroom."
"Here I come."
"See you then." I hung up the phone and finished one last curl.
A couple minutes later she knocked on my door so unplugged my curling iron and I pulled my towel down just a little bit.
