#LoveScenes (R18 Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson fanfic Discontinued)

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: STORMinAteacup(I)

A/N The whole of Chapter 28(I) takes place at Beverly Hills Hotel, an hour after Dakota and Christopher stepped in the elevator leaving Jamie and Audrey in the hotel foyer.

The end of Chapter 27(II) has been added as a short recap...Enjoy! AS xoxo

Beverly Hills Hotel October, 11, 2014

"I love to watch you Dakota. Getting private security won't deter me."

"Why are you doing this," Dakota glanced around a panic stricken look imprinted on her face. Guests leisurely milled around in the hotel lobby minding their own business. No one was paying particular attention to her other than a few stolen admiring glances or smiles of recognition from regulars and staff.

Marc Johnson was not where he usually waited for her. Dakota changed her cell phone number but the computer generated masculine voice somehow managed to find her. "I'm not alone. I'm here with a friend."

"But, you're alone right now in that sexy red dress..."

The rapid clicking of low heels announced Dakota tearing across the concrete terraces, running as fast as she could, while throwing anxious intermittent glances over her shoulder. Her clutch bag safely tucked under her arm, she ran towards the green hedge lined bungalow ten. "Leave me alone," Dakota said breathlessly hanging up on the deep cadence of the computer generated voice and maniacal laughter.

She turned a corner to an open space that subtly gave the most exclusive guests privacy through well placed manicured yet visually stimulating plants.

Casting a backward glance, Dakota ran smack into a lean masculine body she didn't immediately recognise. Her eyes and mouth widened in horror. She screamed but sound was trapped in her throat.

As their bodies crushed with a thud, Dakota hastily pushed her body away. In the split second it took for her fight or flight response to engage, she was taking off in the opposite direction when a strong masculine hand restrained her.

***

"What's up kiddo," came the guttural voice of Svend Petersen, the octogenarian Hotel Ambassador. He winced at her trembling lower lip and pale face, "You look as panic stricken as the summer you snuck on location and saw your mom get kissed and slapped in the face by Dennis Hooper."

"If I could burn that image from my brain, I would," Dakota said wiping perspiration from her face and steadying her breath.

"Talking to a shrink exorcised my Danish childhood demons," he spoke with the wisdom of a man that had seen it all and survived. "Let me get you a cappuccino, put colour back in those cheeks." He would ordinarily have recommended the Beverly Hills Hotel's vodka based signature drink, the 'Svend's Sipper'. Dakota's high school friends experimented with alcohol at the hotel. Dakota got out of drinking by volunteering to be the designated driver.

"No cappuccino, thanks Svend. Rain check," she asked, "I'm meeting someone."

"In great haste, I see," he smiled giving her a chance to explain what terrified her. Working at what Svend considered the world's most prestigious hotel required discretion at all times. Gentling his voice Svend remembered Dakota as a blonde six year old fascinated by the Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales he read her. "If you ever want to talk..."

"I know," she replied stopping to place her hand in the crook on his left arm. She took quick, long strides in case the stalker decided to take advantage of her bodyguard's absence and strike. "I can't imagine what will happen to us if you retire."

"Ha," he shouted a laugh then sighed, "A day will come when they wheel me away from all this," his right arm did a sweeping wide arc, "the best hotel in the world, that's years away."