Alone Together

Meet me in the bathroom

I check in and am led the way to what will be my home. The hotel is nothing fancy but what can I really expect from $90 a night?

"So here is your key, if you need anything don't hesitate to call the front desk," the young man tells me as he hands me my bags and leaves.

Finally alone, I open the door to my room and can't help but smile. My very own place. I didn't exactly own the place but it was the first time I was completely on my own and I felt a freedom and relief I had never felt before.

I put my bags down and fling myself onto the bed.

Aaaa, has there ever been a more comfortable bed than this?

I close my eyes for what feels like seconds but when I open them it is 10:03 p.m., He's a no show. I sigh in relief but at the same time feel a tinge of disappointment.

Lazily, I walk over to where I dropped my luggage and open up the zipper. Reaching into the side pocket I grab my worn out and over sized Velvet Underground t-shirt that I use for sleeping in and sometimes wear as a dress when I accessorize it with a belt and some over the knee socks. It is my comfort shirt, reminds me of home.

In the bathroom I strip down to my panties and pull the shirt over my head with one hand while with the other I pick up the receiver conveniently placed in the bathroom and call for room service.

Fuck it, it's my first night here, I'm gonna splurge just this once.

"Hi I'm calling from room 122, can you send up a platter of fruit please with some chocolate fudge for dipping?" I ask.

"Sure, ma'am, it'll be up in a couple of minutes," the friendly woman on the other line assures.

I make myself comfortable on the bed, grab the tv remote, and start flipping through channels settling on a Third Reich documentary.

It's a little past 10:30p.m. when I hear the knock on the door. I hastily jump off the bed and rush to the door, the thought of all the delicious fruit I was about to indulge making my mouth water.

I swing the door open and am instantly frozen in my place. Standing there is the very tall, and very attractive guy from earlier in the day. Julian.

"Hey sorry I'm late I had some shit I ha-," his voice trails off and his eyes immediately go straight to my bare legs, "...woah..." he mutters unable to take his eyes off of me.

"Oh shit, sorry. I thought you were the hotel staff," I say as I move aside to let him in.

He clears his throat and slowly makes his way into the tiny living room.

I follow behind him but instead turn left into the restroom and pick up my jeans from the floor.

I catch a glimpse of him through the mirror and see that he is nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he is intently watching me slip into my jeans, shoving his hands in his pockets when he sees the pants reach my rear end.

"Sorry, didn't think you'd show," I explain while laughing gently trying to make light of the embarrassing situation.

"Huh?" he mutters as his eyes flicker up from my legs to my eyes.

"I said I didn't think you'd show."

"And why is that?" he mutters exhaling loudly.

"I. . .I don't know actually," I laugh lightly.

"I would have called, but you never gave me your name," he smirked, "I uuuhhh, I actually had to physically describe you to the people at the front desk. . ." he mutters in between silent laughs..