Mysterious

Chapter 5

"Come with me." Bruno said to her. He led her to his room. It was a carbon copy of her room, which made sense. They were both paid for by the record company. He grabbed the keycard from his back pocket, never letting go of her hand.

Her phone rang as he opened the door. "Don't answer it."

"It's just Anna. I need to tell her I'm with you."

"I'm with Bruno. I'll see you later tonight?" Arissa said hanging up the phone.

He took her hand and started to dance with her humming Somewhere in Brooklyn"She was wearing pink running shoes and her hair in a ponytail...somewhere in Housstttoon..." he laughed kissing her on her neck again. He started to move toward her chest. As hard as she tried she just couldn't let him do this to her. It was too hard. It wasn't okay. She moved his head back up toward her neck. "I can't be that girl, Bru. I can't. I'm not." she said moving her hands toward she shoes that she had slipped off as they were kissing.

"Arissa..I don't want you to be that girl. I know you aren't that girl..." he started to talk to her as she turned to walk out. "Wait...tell me about yourself. I don't know you. You know about me...I know you know about me. Tell me what your favorite food is...

"Bean and cheese tacos..." she continued to walk toward the door.

"And when did you graduate from high school?"

"2003." the door started to open. Shit. I need to ask a better question to get her to turn around.

"Did you have a good night tonight, Arissa?" he asked her.

"What?" she asked turning around.

"Of course I did." she answered him. His eyes were out of this world. They looked sad that she was leaving. Why is he looking at me that way? I am just some random girl that he met in some random city. He won't even remember me in a week. I just need to leave. He was pleading for her to come back.

"Arissa, just come back and talk to me. I want to know you."

"You want to know my pink thong." she said sarcastically.

"Well, preferably. But I know you aren't going to introduce me tonight. So, I have to take the second best option." he said matching her sarcasm. "Come, sit down next to me at the table. There's some fruit...I know you're hungry." he said to her.

"Bruno, I'm tired...I think I need to go to my room..." she said after they finished eating the pineapple and watermelon that was neatly wrapped on the table with the note saying "Thank you for your stay-Tom"

"Aww..Rissy's tired!" He smiled at her.

"And you have to leave in...4 hours!" she glanced at the clock.

"I'll sleep on the way there."

"Thank you for....for tonight, Bruno..." Arissa said grabbing her shoes, purse and keys standing up to leave.

"No, thank you, my lady." he responded. "Let me take you to your room."

"You don't have to."

"Every minute without you..." he sang.

"Shut up! You're the only person that didn't go through my Hanson phase with me that knows that. You can't sing Hanson songs." she punched him in the shoulder.

"And how the hell do you know that?"

"I have sisters, you know." he laughed taking her hand and walking her out the door.

They took the one working elevator to her room, careful not to be too loud. It was, after all, almost 4:30 in the morning.

"Arissa..." he whispered.

"Bruno..." she whispered back.

"I had an amazing evening."

"As did I."

"I don't have your phone number." he said to her handing her his Blackberry.

She punched in her number and let it ring.

"You have my number, now, Mr. Mars. " she kissed him on the cheek never expecting to hear from him again.

"Good night." he said.

"Good morning..." she looked out toward the window in the hallway where there was already traffic for the weekend rush hour. Apparently there is a Saturday rush hour in Houston. Hmm.