Masseuse

A/N: Here's Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be up soon. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

After a long ass flight we finally arrive in Denver, Colorado, don't ask me why they chose Denver, Chelsea convinced us when she said a friend of her's recommended this nice 5 star hotel with all these amenities and we couldn't say no after she listed off the the things this hotel does and has.

"Ugh, remind me to never take another long ass flight like that again" I groan after popping my back from sitting in those uncomfortable airplane seats, I'm still wondering why we didn't fly first class it's not like we don't have the money. eh...whatever.

"Spence will you stop complaining already? Sheesh" Madison just rolls her eye's at my constant complaining that I've been doing since I got on the plane in L.A.

"OK god, sorry for not liking seats that don't have any damn cushions" I tune out Madison ranting in Spanish and wave down a cab. The driver helps us with our luggage, we get in the backseat and tell the driver our destination. An hour and a half later we pull up to one of the most beautiful hotels I've ever seen and I live in L.A. So this say's something in my opinion. We park in front of the building where the valets are waiting and get out of the car, after getting our luggage out of the truck and on the little carts we go inside and I'm immediately even more speechless than I was outside. This place is huge, with beautiful chandeliers all over the place lighting the huge entrance up but also making it feel homely sort of, I really like it.

"See, didn't I tell you guys this place was gonna be gorgeous?" Chelsea goes on with her "i told you so" speech whereas I tune her out and continue looking around while we make our way up to the receptionist desk.

"Hello, welcome to Hotel Belevedere. I'm Jessica, what can I do for you ladies?" Chelsea goes on to tell her what room our name is under while I continue to look around. I'm serious, I've never been more enthralled by a building in my life but this place is breathtaking. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the bell hops cart go flying and luggage go everywhere while this well dressed woman starts screeching and yelling at the poor boy.

I roll my eyes at the scene, obviously a stuck up rich bitch and that's when I see her...brown curls a little past her shoulders, exotic looking features, and the purest most deepest brown eye's I've ever seen. I can't keep my eyes off her, I'm not freaked out about being attracted to a woman hell...I've known since high school that I was gay (a fact my mom Paula didn't and still doesn't like very well if at all) but it's just I haven't been attracted to another women since my first love and girlfriend Sarah and she ended up cheating on me with her secretary.

Anyway, I can see her more clearly now because she's helping the bell hop boy pick up the luggage, she's wearing white shorts, shoes and a white polo with the word Belevedere stitched in red above her left breast on her shirt (not that I was looking at her breast or anything...ahem), so she must work here, that's good, no I mean...yeah that's good. I keep looking till someone taps me on my shoulder breaking me out of my trance.

"Hey Spence? Spence? Hello? SPENCE!" someone yells my name drawing the attention of everyone in the foyer including Ms. Beautiful (which I so rightfully named her) and I go bright red with embarrassment when she looks up and catches my eye and smiles softly at me. I turn my attention to one of my loud mouth friends

"Yes Mads?" I ask annoyed and still embarrassed.

"Where were you at girl? I was calling you for a good 10 minutes" She say's equally annoyed. Has it really been 10 minutes? Oh well.

"Oh, uh...nowhere Madison. You two ready to go up?" I ask trying to steer the conversation away from why I was in a trance a few minutes ago.

"Yeah we are. Are you sure your alright?" Madison asked me not quite believing me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just daydreaming a bit. Let's go" I walk quickly to the elevator to avoid anymore questions from Madison. As I step into the elevator and turn around I see Ms. Beautiful helping an elderly woman with her bags and I can't help but smile a little at the sight, why can't everyone be as nice as her? Right before the door closes she looks up and catches my eye again and once again smile's softly at me.

I can't help but think maybe this little vacation won't be so bad after all.