Hotel

Chapter 3

"What on earth is that device your holding?" Said a voice with a strong accent, it sounded like its from the 1920's. When I turned around to answer, I swear I stopped breathing. He looked like a god, he was beautiful, he had his hair slicked to the side, a thin mustache above his lip, he wore a suit that looked brand new.

I must of had been staring at him for too long, because he cleared his throat trying to catch my attention. "Oh I'm sorry, what did you say?" I said, blushing from embarrassment. "I asked about the odd device you're holding" he repeated with a polite, slight smile. I chuckled lightly, was he joking? "do you live under a rock or something? It's an iPhone" I explained, still smirking.

"I guess you could say that" he muttered with a cute little frown. "So what is the name of the precious gal I'm speaking with?" He asked with a smirk and a wink. I blushed "Daisy Mae, and you are?" "James Patrick March" he declared with an heir of confidence. I stared at him in shock "so you're the famous Mr.March I keep hearing about?" His grinned widened at the question.

"Well, yes" the "yes" was drawn out by his accent, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, really? Then why are you indulging in this conversation instead of working?" I questioned with a flirty smile. I don't know what had come over me. Something about this man was enticing. "Well speaking with a lovely lady as yourself is better then work" after he said that, he sent me a wink.

I would've fallen down, if I wasn't already seated. "Oh really? Well what's so special about little ol' me that can stop you from working?" I ask bluntly, genuinely curious to his response. "well for one your smile is breath taking, your beauty is one of a kind, and if I'm being honest, you intrigue me" I looked at him in shock. His words are ones that no one has ever said to me.

I mean, of course I've been hit on before, but his flattery was... different. "Well I must make haste, though I hope we shall meet again soon" He then took my hand and kissed it, our eye contact never breaking. All I did was smile and blush. I'm such a ditz.

After he left I practically ran for the bar. "Hey Liz, what's the best drink ya got?" I asked, checks still red "Why? Something happen with that crush of yours?" "No, I just met your boss" "the Countess?" "No, the owner of he hotel, Mr.March" I said smiling to myself, remembering the conversation I had with him.

"Oh, I see" Liz muttered, a worried look marring her features "what's wrong Liz?" "Oh, its nothing. Don't worry about it, here's your drink" Liz says while passing me a glass "Thanks" I take a big sip of the drink, and I swear it almost killed me. I set it aside "Well, I have to head off, I'm going on a date" Liz exclaims with a big, giddy smile on her face "Look at you, getting more dates than me" I giggled.

I'm happy for Liz. She's brave, she's not afraid to show everyone the real her. "Well, that's because you always reject them" "how do you know that?" "Well you only have eyes for John, and you're practically married to your job"

"How do you know John is my crush?" I ask in a state of panic. Would she tell him? Surely I can't let her tell him! "Relax I won't tell him, besides it was obvious every time he would talk to you, you would get this glimmer in your eyes, it's really cute" Liz says smiling at me, meanwhile I'm blushing like crazy. I feel like my face is as red as a tomato.

"Well, I'll see you later you, have a date to go to" I said trying to change the subject "Ok, sugar. See you later" Liz then proceeds to peck me on the cheek, then she's off. I start giggling, then head to my room. I check the time on my phone, and it was almost 7pm.

Wow time really does fly by in this place. I might as well take a shower. I picked out some pjs and my soap. When I was finished about thirty minutes later, I enter the bedroom, only to find John sitting on my bed looking at his hands. "John! You almost scared me half to death!"

He just looked at the floor, as if he was lost. "John" I try to get his attention"My wife wants to get a divorce" he slurs depressingly. "I'm sorry John, I wish there was a way could help you" " actually you can" "huh?" I ask "like this" John takes me by surprise and kisses me. His lips move with mine. I didn't kiss back for a second, trying to figure out if this was real.

It was. I started to kiss him back. We were on full make out zone, until I remembered that he has a daughter and, until the divorce actually happens, a wife. "wait" I whisper, breathless, trying to pull him away from me "We can't do this John, it's not right" "why not?" "You have a daughter and a wife, trust me it's not worth risking your daughter over a kiss" I tell him with pain in my chest.

Damn he's drunk, he practically oozes disorient. "I'm sorry I was just too depres-" "it's ok John, just go, I'll see you in the morning" I interrupted him, leading him to the door. As soon as it clicked shut, I sink into the bottom of the door. Then, just sit on the floor thinking about what had happened, and why it happened. Left on the hotel carpet, pondering if he would remember, because if he did I was afraid that it would all be awkward and not the same as before.

( HEY GUYS I KNOW IT WAS UPER EMOTIONAL THIS CHAPTER AND BU FAR THE LONGEST, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT SEE YOU SOON)

(Edited November 4th, 2016)