Two Weeks With Chelsea

Chapter 34

Letya worked her car into a parking stall a block away from the hotel. Chelsea handed her a garment bag from the back seat before working herself out of the car. She then trailed behind as they made their way to the hotel entrance. The grin on the desk clerk's face as he handed Trevor the room key, dissipated when he noticed the look of disappointment on Chelsea's face.

"I will just have a quick shower," Letya said as she began stripping off her T-Shirt.

She had stripped naked before she had even made it to the bathroom. Trevor watched the door close then moved across the room to the dresser to pull out a change of clothing. Chelsea sat on her bed rubbing her temples with her eyes closed. Both avoided looking at each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he rummaged through a drawer.

"The sun, the wine, the beer... I'm such a lightweight," she replied with her eyes fixed on the floor between her feet.

"Do you want to skip dinner and whatever?" he asked.

"No, I'll be fine. I just need to lay down for a minute or two."

Chelsea didn't want to make this any easier for Letya by skipping out of anything. There was no way she was going to stay behind and let her win so easily. But, had she already lost? Was Trevor's question really a vailed request? Was he, in a polite way, asking her to bow out? She started to convince herself that he was looking forward to an evening alone with Letya.

"A shower and dinner will probably do you some good. That salad you had for lunch was pretty much just lettuce and croutons," Trevor replied as she lay her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. "The beer after lunch probably didn't help much either."

When Chelsea opened her eyes, Trevor was already in the shower and Letya was in the main part of the room getting dressed. She stood naked with her back to Chelsea and was slipping into a blue mini dress. No bra. No panties. Barely enough material in the dress to be considered a full outfit. She fastened two snaps at the back of her neck then tucked a minimal amount of her breasts under the narrow fabric that crossed at her collarbone and wrapped around to her back just above the waistline. Her chest and stomach, from cleavage to just below the naval was left exposed. And, considering the length of the skirt and lack of undergarments, other parts of Letya would surely be on display throughout the evening. At least it wasn't red. Chelsea closed her eyes again.

When Trevor stepped out of the bathroom wearing just a pair of snug fitting briefs, Chelsea opened her eyes. She saw Letya drape herself over him and bring her lips to his ear.

"I forgot to bring panties. I hope you do not mind," she whispered.

Chelsea couldn't hear what Letya had said to Trevor but the expression on his face as he stepped away gave her several ideas, one of which was a fairly accurate guess. She sat up and took in a deep breath. She felt the sting of tears welling up behind her eyelids. She couldn't let them see her crying, so, she rubbed her eyes like she had just woken up from a long and restful sleep.

"Are you going to get ready?" Trevor asked as he pulled on a pair of pants.

"Yeah, I'll just need a couple minutes."

Chelsea made a quick dash towards the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned on the sink and sobbed with her hand cupped over her mouth so as not to be heard. As she took a breath, she could hear Letya talking. She pulled herself together to try to listen in through the door, but it was too late, she couldn't hear any more voices. Perhaps she was being too silent. She rummaged around and ran the water in the sink for a moment then brought her ear to the door again.

"Why don't you leave her here and spend some days with me at my home?" Letya suggested.

Chelsea cupped her hand over her mouth again and strained to contain herself while she listened for his response. She waited but heard nothing.