Stolen Love

Chapter Seven

      Life continued normally for the next month.  I didn't mention Jeremy, even though he was all Lex could seem to talk about.  I didn't agree with the relationship, and I'm sure Lex knew that.  I have no idea why she is acting like this, she's always had a cool head about guys and never gone crazy like this. 

      I'm even busier at the hotel than normally since it's summer.  And to make myself forget that terrible moment, I throw myself headlong into work, then dread going home at night.  The work makes me forget everything, even my green-eyed man.  I wish I could see him again, and I don't know why, he was an intruder in my house, but all he was going to steal was my trash.  I don't know what to make of my feelings for a man I don't even know, hell, I don't even know his name!

      It feels like an attraction, not sexual, just like... a longing. I long to see him again, to hear his voice, and to feel his arms around me.  And as long as it's in my head, I can dream. I like to dream about his body, his smell, his touch, and if I'll ever see him again.  I'll dream as much as I want. And that's exactly what I'm doing. Day dreaming.

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      I jump and nearly fall out of my comfy swivle chair when I hear the shrill ringing sound of my phone.  I reach over and pick up the reciever, and then press the record button, a habit I've had for a couple of years since someone tried to sue us because he though we were ripping him off on his room.  I closed the case and won the suit by recording a call he made to me where he threatened and tried to black mail me. I put the reciever up to my ear, "The Drake. This is Jen Parker talking. How may I help you?" I asked in my proffesional voice. "Yes. This is Charles Dunst," The man sounded familair, but I couldn't place his face. "I was wondering if you had a top floor suite available?"

      "Let me check, Mr. Dunst. Hold on just a minute, please." I reply, and start typing on my apple computer, a gift from the hotel owner. I check and there is one suite left on the top floor, so I pick up the phone and answer his questions. "It seems here, Mr. Dunst, that we have one suite left on the top floor. It's yours for the taking." I laugh into the phone.  When he replies, I can here the smile in his voice, "Thank you, Jen. Yes, I would like to take the room." So I asked him for all the information we needed and he gave it.  He said he would be arriving in two days, and to admit it, I was pretty excited to meet him.  I wonder what he looks like? Anyway, we say goodbye and I hang up.  Now, I think to myself, time to stop dreaming and time to start working.  I groan, this is going to be a long two days!

      It turns out that it wasn't that long at all.  I always got caught up in work and would be working so intently, that I didn't even have enough room in my mind to think about him.  But soon enough, it was the day he was to arrive, and I was jumpy and anxious.  I laugh to myself, why am I so jumpy? I have to deal with men all the time at the hotel, and most of the time it is incredibly handsome men! Most of the time I hope they will ask for my number, but I guess I never apeal to any of them. I shrug, it's their loss.  

      I get up to head to the manager's desk in the lobby of the hotel, which is where I work part-time for now, since a couple of weeks ago the manager got fired for abuse of using the rooms.  The door to my office is near the entrance of the hotel, so when I walk out of my office, I have to walk towards the center of the lobby.  I am just stepping out of my office and I am so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't see the person standing by making a call.  I am just about to the fall flat on my butt when some strong arms reach out and grab my arms in the blink of an eye.   I let out a nervous laugh and I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato because I'm so embarassed.

      "Hey, I'll call you back," I hear a deep voice say into his phone then hang up without waiting for a reply.  "Are you ok?" He asks me after putting his phone into his pocket.  I am still startled, and I'm pretty sure I look like I'm some crazy person. "Umm, y-y-yes." I stutter.  I look up at him, then, and I just about faint.  He's the most georgous man I've ever seen. How has he not been titled The Hottest Man in the World?  He is tall, like 6 foot, 4 inches.  I normally tower over guys, what with me being 6 foot, and it is weird to me to have to look up to meet his eyes.  Which, I might add, are a bright blue.  I can't help but compare them to my man's green ones, and I have to say that if this man's eyes were green, they would look like his.  But this is not my man, I'm sure of it, because not even contacts can change your eye color that drastically.

      I try to straighten myself out, no reason to go all crazy on the man. I laugh and try not to let the man realize how much he's managed to shaken me up, "I'm sorry. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I guess I didn't see you there." I say, finally gaining enough composure to give him a real reply.  I look down, because I'm sure I'm still blushing, and realize he is still holding my arm, which is starting to tingle, and that just makes me blush more. "So, are you here to check in?" I ask, and I'm surprised my voice is as steady as it is, because I do not feel steady at all. 

      "Oh, yes.  I'm sorry to keep you waiting.  Are you going to be checking me in or is someone else?" He asked me, and for a minute, I'm surprised he knows I work here, then realize I have on a uniform. "Yes, please, come this way." I say and lead him to the reception area.  I walk behind the desk and grab the book that has the reservations in it.  "What's your name?" I ask him, while writing in the book. "Charles Dunst." He replied, and for some reason this made my heart race.  He looked at me expectantly, like he was waiting on me to realize something. "Oh! Yes, the suite on the top floor. I remember. It's a very nice suite, I must add. How long are you planning on staying?" I ask. I looked up then, and realized he was staring at me. He had a confused look on his face, but soon his face was void of any emotion.  Wow, sometimes I wish I could do that. 

      "It's an indefinite thing. I'll pay for a month, though, and we'll go from there." He replied, and I'm sure I had a shocked expression on my face. I mean, we've had people stay at our hotel for months at a time, but I guess I didn't imagine that Charles would stay that long.  "Ok... Well, after we get things settled here, I will show you to your room." I told him. We finished up with that, and he paid for his room, and I personally showed him to his room. I don't do this for everyone, only people who are staying in a suite. "And here we are." I grab my key that unlocks any room in the hotel and unlock his room. I open the door and allow him to step in. He has only brought one suitcase in, but I guess he has more downstairs. He is nodding his head in approval. "Yes, this will do." He walked around the suite with me following him around to make sure he had everything he needed. "Well, if you're good here, then I guess I can go. Don't hesitate to call me. My number's on the phone." I told him while headed toward the door. "Wait!" He called out, and I turned around and nearly bumped into him.

      Whoa, where did he come from? I thought he was in the bedroom? I must be more tired than I thought. 'Yes?" I asked him, trying to figue out what it could be that he wanted. "I was wondering what would be a good place to eat around here?" I mentally thump my head with my palm. Duh! Why didn't I think about that!? "Oh. There is a really good restraunt in the hotel or you can walk down the street to the bar. And if you go in the opposite direction of the bar, there is another-" I was cut off by him unbuttoning his shirt. What in the world is he doing!? Is he crazy? Why is he takign his shirt off while I'm right here?! All this crosses my mind in less than 2 seconds, and by that time, he has his shirt off. He looked over at me after I stopped talking with a smirk on his face. "What? Never seen a male's chest before?" He asked.  But it wasn't that I've never seen a male's chest before, that is not the reason I was straring.  I was staring at the long jagged scar that ran from his left shoulder all the way down to his right hip and under his pants.

      My mind was racing a mile a minute. Who is this man and what happend to him? It looks to me like that scar should have killed him, yet here he is, standing before me. Other than the scar, he had a flawless stomach, and he had the most perfect six-pack. I wanted to run my hands down his stomach and lie in his arms, but I didn't even know him!  I need to get out of here before I do something I'll regret.  He looks at me, and I guess since I didn't respond, he decided to take that as a no. But what do I know? "I'm leaving." I tell him. I'm trying not to be rude, but it's so hard when he keeps messing with my emotions. "I don't know what your problem is, but you need to learn to respec-" I was cut off once again by this crazy man. But this time, it wasn't by what I saw. It was what I felt.  And what I was feeling right now was not right considering he was a stranger and he was staying in the hotel and he was my responsibility. What I felt, was his lips on mine. And I actually liked it!

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