Him [Punk l.h]//ON HOLD

2.0

"Wow this place is so beautiful, what the hell." I gawked, looking around the gorgeous hotel lobby. There were huge columns, polished marble floors, grand marble staircases, gold artworks on each wall and red and gold chez lounges decorating the huge space. A woman in a white tight pencil skirt and matching blazer walked by and my eyes followed her phenomenal body, "And so is she, hello..." I smirked and Michael sighed,

"You're actually a horny 14 year old boy sometimes, honestly."

"Mr and Mrs Clifford, you're in the Hide Away Suite, floor 13. Amir here will show you to your room and give you a tour." Ben, the (single, left-handed, never married, recently recovered from a wrist injury, 30-35 years old, still lives with his mother) man behind the desk smiled politely, handing us two card keys, "Enjoy your stay at the Mayfair."

Amir took us up to our room and I awed at how big it was. The entire room was open and from floor to ceiling there were windows. There was a sleek electric fireplace with an 60+ inch curved TV above it, in front of a large semi-circle shaped black leather sofa and a glass coffee table all sunken about three steps. A huge kitchen was to the right of the entrance and a bar to the left, stocked with all kinds of drinks of the alcoholic variety.

"Holy.... Wow." I grinned, looking around at the enormous

"Here is the kitchen, stocked with all of the basics. You have reservations for dinner at the Seasonal downstairs at 7. The bar, stocked with everything. Outside," he explained, leading us outdoors onto the balcony, "the pool is heated and don't worry, you can't fall over the side." There was a long, T shaped pool that stuck over the edge on the balcony. "Inside there are two bedrooms, each with an ensuite bathroom and walk in wardrobe, both with 60 inch HD TVs, the master bedroom with a fireplace. I'll leave you two to get settled, there are brochures on the kitchen counter and the lobby phone number is on the room service menu." He smiled, leaving us to just take in the beauty of this suite.

"You know, sometimes the fact that your parents are ridiculously successful doctors slash lawyers that are never home pays off." I beamed, running over and collapsing on the couch,

"Whatever," he laughed, "Go get in the shower, tonight's gonna be awesome."

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We stood in the elevator, coming up with different strategies and battle plans to attack this head on.

"I'm suggesting I pull the asshole card." Michael nodded and I gasped over-dramatically,

"Not the asshole card! But Michael, however could you be so crude and horrible to a lady?" I asked, acting absolutely bewildered,

"Shut up," he laughed, "I'll go over to a girl, be a complete sleaze ball and you come in and be the total superhero every girl dreams of. Except you have a vagina. And you can't fly."

"Yeah but what if there's a cute guy? Going out on a limb here but I don't think that would work on a member of the male species." I pointed out,

"Then I'll just casually bump into him, seem ridiculously drunk and you'll come over with the 'I'm so sorry, my brother is soooo clumsy when he's drunk', you'll order me a water and offer to buy the guy a drink, to which he will glance at your tits and graciously accept."

"Sweet, and if I find you a girl I'll do the drunk lesbian sister thing and you can charm them with your big heart and caring ways." I laughed, "And obviously I won't go for the engaged ones this time."

"And neither one of us leaves unless both of us leave." He reminded me and I grumbled,

"That was one time and you found your way home eventually. Besides you got some glory hole action so you can shut right up."