Love and Fireworks

The Beginning and The End

I stared at the uniformed lady behind the counter in shock. "That doesn't make sense! The flight from Lagos was delayed so you should have delayed the one from here to Zanzibar!"

"We can't do that. I'm sorry."

"I don't need your apology!" I could feel my frayed nerves getting the better of me.

"You'll be on the next flight."

I released a sigh of relief.

"It leaves in twelve hours."

"What?!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry ma'am. We've made arrangements for you to wait at the Kempinski."

Her calm professional tone made me feel like a banshee so I reined in my anger.

"Please, head to our VIP lounge and our chauffeur will take you to the hotel." I picked up my carryon, turned and hit a brick wall. I went crashing to the floor and my rage returned.

"You bloody bumbling buffoon! Are you fucking blind?" I looked up at the man extending his hand to help me up and froze. He was beautiful! Before I could take in his awesomeness, he spoke.

"If you're going to be rude and disrespectful then you can get up yourself. I don't have time to waste on grumpy little ladies." And he walked away.

With a string of expletives directed at a certain barbarian and his ancestors, I got up.

***

I woke up to the bed moving.

What's happening? Where am I?

Then I remembered. But why did the bed move? My answer came in the form of a heavy arm thrown over my breasts.

I screamed, jumped out of the bed and turned on the light. My scream jolted the owner of the arm awake.

"What? What's going on?"

"You!" I gasped in recognition. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" It was the Neanderthal from the airport.

"I should be asking you that?"

"This is my room! Get out!" I growled.

"The airline gave me this room till my flight time."

"They gave me this room because I missed my flight to Zanzibar."

"Me, too." He sighed. "Guess we'll be roomies till our flight time." And to my amazement, he lay back down.

"Are you insane? I'm not sharing my room and my bed with you!"

"Don't worry, you're not my type. I bet if I kissed you, you'd taste bitter considering the words that so easily fall out of your mouth."

I gasped. "Bastard!"

"Like I said, bitter tasting mouth." He mumbled.

My mouth was not bitter tasting! Before I knew it, I climbed onto the bed, pulled him over and smashed my lips against his mouth. He froze for a second and just as I was about to pull away, he opened his lips and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Lights exploded! In a moment of madness, I straddled him and he wrapped his arm around me, deepening the kiss. He moaned deep in his throat as his hands moved from my waist to grab my ass. The combined sound of his moan and the hands moulding my ass pushing my groin into his hardening erection snapped me out of my daze. I jumped out of his embrace and off the bed.

He smirked at me. "Not bitter tasting after all."

I was mortified. What possessed me? Suddenly, the weight of the stress of the past few hours sent the tears trickling down my cheeks.