Black Glitter *Completed*

Positively...Evil

We were interrupted by the doorbell (yeah, it actually had a doorbell) and we rushed to make our way to the front door.

Two butlers wheeled in our luggage on gold racks and brought them to our rooms. They seemed a little confused at first that Adam and I had separate rooms, but they said nothing. Once they left we went up the stairs and onto the black platform level. Down the hall directly on the other side of the sitting area on our right were the rooms. Mine was right next to Adam's and was red and gold, with accents of white to keep it light. My bed was huge and covered in red blankets with white pillows and a canopy of white gauze. A flat screen was mounted on the wall above the dresser, and an en suite master bathroom was on the left through a round archway.

The bathroom was no less incredible. Gray and black flecked marble floors and walls set off the romantic lighting from a chandelier above, and in the middle of the room was a marble claw-foot bathtub with gold fixtures. A glassed in shower was also there. Half of one wall above the counter was all mirror, and I noticed two surround sound speakers were in the corners.

"They said there are TVs in the mirrors..." Adam mused. He went over and tapped on the glass and, sure enough, a small screen appeared, asking what channel, movie, or music station we'd like to listen to. Adam gave me a stunned expression that matched my own. He tapped the corner of the screen and dragged it out-wards, making the box twice as big.

"There we go."

"Oh my lord. This is so American." I laughed.

We left my room and went next door to his, which wasn't a drastic difference from mine, just more black. The bed was huge and round and on a small platform, with long black sheets and blankets, giant red pillows and a half canopy with gauzy, Gothic looking fabric hanging from it. The walls were black with red trim. The TV was in the same place as mine, and dramatic silver/white light kept the room dim, but with just enough to actually see. Adam turned up the dimmer switch.

"Uh," I snorted, pointing to the mirror over the bed, which I realized was on the platform because it rotated. Adam slumped against the door-frame, shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Um, okay, I swear I did not plan this." He choked.

I rolled my eyes, flouncing away from him. "Surree, Lambert. The spinning bed and obsessive mirrors, the Playboy logo, the stripper pole in the bathroom. Your argument isn't looking great."

"Okay, I confess. You caught me. I'm trying to become a Playboy Bunny."

He struck a dramatic pose and ran his hand up his side and into his hair. It was a classic Glam Nation move and I giggled. Adam took three bounding strides to me and scooped me up in his arms, twirling me once before dropping me onto the blankets and super soft bed.

He hovered above on his elbow, lips feverish on mine. I wasn't too concerned; Adam knew that I was waiting for my wedding day, whether that would be with him or not, so I was expecting him to hold up to that.

But we both liked to have fun.

Adam tangled his hand in my hair, pulling it free from its sloppy ponytail, keeping his lips on mine until I was gasping for breath. I locked my arms around his neck, but after about 5 minutes Adam sat up and pulled me off of the bed with him.

"The show is in four hours," He said with a sigh, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "We need to get ready if we want to go eat."

We took a look at his bathroom, which was about the same size as mine, but with a sunken marble jet tub that had a breathtaking view of the Valley out two glass floor to ceiling windows that had retractable shades.