Lightning Strikes

Sin City (#paper)

Brian woke up lying in the luxurious bed of the penthouse suite of the Cosmopolitan hotel. Above him the morning light danced between the beams of the vaulted ceiling. The hum of traffic on The Strip could be heard from the cracked sliding door leading to the balcony. Next to him lay the best looking woman he had ever slept with. 

He hadn't just slept with her. It had been the most crazy, knock your socks off, better than your best fantasy, wild sex. And the best part was that Sheryl was now his rich wife. 

Sheryl? thought Brian. 

A lot of their whirlwind romance and marriage was a bit of a drunken blur. He reached over to the night stand where he had emptied his jacket pockets and grabbed a folded piece of paper. He glanced over at the beauty beside him–man she had a great rack. Then he slowly unfolded their marriage certificate trying not to wake her with its crinkle. He glanced down at it. 

Cherrie Thornberg

Damn, I was close, he thought. But at least his new wife was rich. He looked around at the palatial hotel room. It must cost over $25,000 a night. He folded his arms behind his head and tried to imagine how rich his new wife must be to afford such an expensive room for a weekend.

Cherrie stirred, stretched and blinked in the bright morning sun. She smiled when she saw Brian and rolled towards him. She raked her long red fingernails down his chest and purred. 

"How's my new husband this morning," she asked.

Brian liked where her fingers were headed and gave her an open mouthed kiss. 

Ew, she has morning breath, he thought. 

She must have read his mind because she got up and headed to the bathroom. 

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, catching Brian staring at her bare curvy buttocks. 

"I need to go freshen up, B...." she said, the letter trailing off."

"Brian," he finished. 

Cherrie flashed him a ravishing smile and disappeared into the bathroom. 

Brian spent the next few minutes picturing what sexual positions they could try next. She bounced back across the room, jumped into bed, and climbed on top of his unmistakably eager naked body. 

"I'm ready to make love to my new rich husband," announced Cherrie.

Brian paused.

"Um, you should know I'm not rich, Cherrie."

"But you mentioned you have a cabin on the beach in California?"

Brain squirmed a little. "Well, it's more of a shack that I inherited from my uncle and it's not in California it's near the coast of Oregon, kind of in the middle of nowhere and currently infested with mice."

Cherrie did not hide her disappointment.

I'm a trainer at a gym," continued Brian." I don't make much more than minimum wage."

Cherrie had clearly assumed since Brian lived in the Bay Area he had meant his cabin was on the beautiful California Coast. 

"But surely you aren't short on cash?" Brian said, gesturing around at the suite.

Cherrie followed his gaze. Then she bit her bottom lip.

"I didn't rent this, my girlfriend's rich husband got it for us to hang out in while he went on a business trip. She had to leave because he had a heart attack."

"Maybe we should..."said Brian.

"Get an annulment after we order room service for breakfast?" finished Cherrie.

"Good idea," said Brian. "I'd like some waffles."