"Hello, Miss, my name is Pietro. How may I be of assistance? " said the guy behind the lavishly decorated counter.
It's top was made from a beautifully varnished piece of wood. The chandelier hanging above our heads set a stark contrast to the contour planes of Pietro's jaw line."Hi," I started with a big smile. "I'm just looking for a single room with breakfast. " I finished off.
"I'm afraid we only have the penthouse suit available, Miss."
"That's fine, thank you. I'll take the booking. Can we make it 3 days? "
"Of course. Please hold on while I make the booking."
After a few seconds passed by he continued with saying, " The room is in cleaning, Miss. Please make use of our waiting lounge, this will only take a second. "I slowly made my way towards the said lounge internally approving Pietro's good looks.
That jaw is heavenly... Dark chocolate eyes, midnight hair with the standard quiff, the body of Michael Angelo's David - almost better even - toned and beautifully tanned , gorgeously full lips so lush and pink, thick eyebrows shaped to a natural perfection... Oh good Lord I could go on forever. But I won't.Curse this town and its good looking people.
"Miss Johnson, your room is ready. " said Pietro having known my name from the details I gave him to make the booking.
"You can follow me up. Do you have any luggage you need help with...? " he drifted of once he saw that I didn't in fact have any except for the hand bag I had with me."Don't worry about that, Pietro, I'm getting my bags later today... this evening actually! " I said with a chuckle as I checked the time on my phone.
"Okay then, should you need anything I'll be down at the front desk. Should I not be there- that will be at 19:30- Stacey will be out front " he said as we reached the top and went to my door.
"Don't worry. I won't hesitate to call... " I said deciding to have a little bit of fun while I can.
" Ohh... "
"I'll see you-"
Pietro opened and closed his mouth as if to say something but decided against it. This is why I stopped speaking.
"Goodnight, Ms Johnson," he said finally with a rushed tone, almost as if he didn't want to say that.
I frowned at him. Why the formalities?
I gave him one last knowing look, accompanied by a smirk. Slowly, I opened my door, walked in- all the while taking my time, and looked back at Pietro, silently closing the door behind me.
He had not moved since he said "goodnight ". Then did I hear the retreating footsteps.I decided to call Nali so I could inform her about my plan just to decrease her- non existent - stress levels.
"Miss me already? " she said and I could all but hear the smirk on her lip's.
"Don't "
"No, you don't go quoting songs on me now. " Her tone was playful as she said this.
"Whatever. How's Lee? No actually, I don't want to even know. I called to tell you that I won't be back for about 3 or 4 days.
Don't stress, I'm at a hotel somewhere close... or far. You don't need to know about that. "
"Uhh... I actually really do. I mean I am your older sister after all. " She said, her tone sarcastic and 'duh...? ' .
"Well okay 'older sister', I'm safe. Don't worry. "
" Alright then. Stay well."
"Thanks, Nali. " I said with a small smile to match my now small tone.
"Goodnight," she said, her voice equally small.
"Goodnight..."
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I'll Tell You Later
Roman d'amour17 year old Tahilah is sick. She needs to find a cure for her sickness, but can she leave the house knowing she's being followed? Can she finally get over her fear and open up?