The Danger Zone

Chapter Five

     ~Chapter Five~

                     Jocelynn

Nine hours and fifty one minutes. That was how long I had to sit in a crowded bus.

James tried to keep me occupied by pointing out random tourist’s spots that I had never seen. He had grown up in Russia. The language flowed through his lips with no flaws, but I had lived there for ten years. Sure, I knew some the language but I really never took the time to learn it. James usually translated everything for me.

He also knew all of Russia between St. Petersburg and Moscow. His father had lived in Moscow for fifteen years, so James had visited frequently.

Now I was being brought to the Russian capitol. A place I knew nothing about, but had always wanted to see the incredible buildings like the Moscow Kremlin, the Spasskaya tower and St. Basil’s Cathedral. All of Moscow’s architecture just intrigued me and that was why it was a good place for my fiancé to take me.

The Moscow Kremlin is in the heart of the capitol. It also overlooks the MoskvaRiver. It holds four palaces, four cathedrals and the Kremlin wall and towers surrounding it. This is where the president and the Russian Federation stay. That probably wasn’t a thought in James’s mind. I would just need to keep my mind off the television show, so I wouldn’t barge right on in and give them a talking to.

Once the both of us took a step off the bus we let out a yawn in unison and stretched out. Why we hadn’t taken the train I had no clue. This was all the fiancés fault.

“Where to first?” James asked.

“Let’s get a hotel room booked before they are all taken,” I said.

Neither of us had any items with us, so we would have to make do with the money we had and go shopping for some stuff the next day.

We decided on the Ritz Carlton Hotel. It was five stars and only a short distance from the Kremlin. It was absolutely stunning; the lobby was complete marble with gold trimming. Couches and chairs were sprawled out everywhere, there was no way possible that somebody could be left without a seat.

A young woman about my age stood behind the counter, she had short, bleach blond hair and wore a black vest over a white blouse. Her nametag read ‘Deedee’.

“Hello. How can I help you?” she asked in Russian.

“Hi. We booked a room under James Mathinson.” He said with his gorgeous accent.

Deedee began to type on the keyboard, “Ah. The Carlton Suite?” she grinned, winking at me.

I smiled back and looked over at James, “You already reserved a room?”

He nodded and took the key from the women’s hand.

When did he do that? I shook my head in confusion, but allowed him to take a hold of my hand and guide me towards the elevator.

“If you had this whole thing already planned, why didn’t you have me bring some cloths?” I whispered/snarled in his ear.

He just grinned and shrugged pressing the up button on the wall.

I growled deep down in my throat as we waited for the doors to open.

It was only a couple seconds until the elevator dinged signaling that it approached our floor. Thank goodness. The second we walked into our room James would get a very painful slap to the face.  

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“Was that really necessary?” James asked as we made our way out of the hotel. His cheek still held a red spot even though I slapped him more than an hour ago. What a wuss.