A young law student called Lara Vevese is the Daughter of Giorgio and Selin Vevese, one of the 6 prestige families of the Cosa Nostra in America.
While learning everything she can to follow in the footsteps of her parents to one day become the new h...
The suite looks amazing. Every suite and room in this hotel has a different color and a different style of interior design. My suite's theme is Ancient Greece. White, beige and gold are the used colors to create the atmosphere. I couldn't have done a better job myself.
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Still a little shaky I go to the bathroom. I take off my jacket and undo my hair knot. My hair is so long that it reaches my behind. Long, thick, chocolate brown hair that turns lighter in the summer. Once I even had a couple of golden locks.
I turn on the faucet and splash some water in my face. I let the water run for a couple of minutes while I try to calm down by listening to the watersound. A knock on the bathroom door gets me back to reality and I turn off the faucet.
"Lara, why don't you take a shower while I go down stairs ordering us some food from the restaurant and have it delivered to our suite?"
"Hey Joe, is there a bar in the hotel?"
"Yes. Is that what you want to do tonight? We could go after dinner if you like."
"Sounds like a plan!" I say feeling better already.
I don't drink alcohol, because I just don't like the taste of it plus it's not good for one's health, but I think a drink could help me get over this weird feeling I have ever since my eyes crossed his.
I undress, get into the shower and start making my hair wet. I look at the little shampoo bottles on the shower caddy. Each one has different color and smell. I choose the one called "Oriental Midnight Breeze" which smells like Arabian Jasmines. I massage my scalp and enjoy the amazing scent.
All of a sudden while enjoying the feeling of my fingers going through my hair with my eyes closed, feeling the hot water run over my body, breathing in the steamy air I see his face in front of me. A close up of his eyes. Dark dear eyes. The long strand of hair in front of his eyes. But even more so, the look he had in his eyes. I feel like this look imprisoned me.
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I wash off the shampoo and get out of the shower. I grab a huge, warm, soft towel to dry myself.
I throw the towel on the bathroom sink and look at my reflection in the foggy mirror.
I look up and down the mirror and feel kind of sexy. I grin and bite my lip.What is happening to me? Ever since we stared in each other's eyes I feel so weird and not like myself. Until now I've always been good, actually great at controlling myself but now I feel like an idiot who can't control her mind.
I sincerely hope that a drink will do me some good.
