Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
I pulled my car into one of the parking spots for the Blackhawk Hotel. Its historic grandeur and elegant beauty intimidated me enough to linger in my car as I watched people enter the building. Their laughter did nothing to ease the knot in my stomach that had developed in the hours since Rose left me.
"Don't be a pussy," I muttered to myself, repeating what had become my mantra, before pulling down the vanity mirror to look at myself once more only to find the face that greeted me wasn't really my own. The woman in the mirror looked confident, and that was something I was severely lacking at the moment.
I slowly reapplied my lipstick before pulling my phone out to go over the instructions that Edward had texted me with. It was the only contact I had with him all day, not that I was complaining. I could barely hold a conversation with Rose so the idea of talking to Edward before all of this was too much.
Be at the Blackhawk Hotel by seven.
When I texted him back asking where to meet him or what should I expect from there Edward responded with a text back.
I'll find you.
Simple, sweet and nothing to tell. I hated it since I was not someone who did well with surprises.
With one last look at my overly down face I got out of the car. The cold bite of winter stung my nylon covered legs as I walked as quickly and as gracefully as what was allowed in my red heels. It was a short walk to the inside of the lavishly remodeled hotel, but one that was filled with the worst kind of excitement as I found myself scanning the somewhat empty lobby for a sign of Edward, but he wasn't there. I waited for a moment, unsure as to what to do until finally giving up to go get a drink at the bar.
I had barely ordered a Moscow mule when I felt the chair next to me move. It caused me to jump with a fright while my heart threatened to jump out of my chest with excitement. I turned, expecting to find Edward sitting next to me, but instead was greeted with an older man who greeted me with a grunt instead of a greeting. His gray colored eyes met and held mine without any interest before waving the bartender down.
I was so surprised by this unexpected person that I was certain would be Edward that I missed the noise and motion on the other side announcing another's arrival. It wasn't until I took another sip of my drink that noticed the brown haired man at my side. He looked young, too handsome for words and completely oblivious to my staring. He was wearing his dark framed glasses and the dark charcoal suit his parents had bought him from graduation in hopes that he would get job closer to their home in Evanston before he opted to disappointment them by taking the government job that kept him close to me. I loved that damn suit on him and while I never told him that, I had to believe that he knew it and was using it to his advantage. The sad part was that I didn't care. I was too lost in how it made his board shoulders look or how the color seemed to brighten the blue in his eyes.
I waited for him to notice me as he played with the napkin under the bottle of beer he was drinking. He didn't keep me waiting long.
"Busy, huh?" he commented as he looked at me with a slight smile that was more playful than shy.
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged as I looked around at the crowd that was there for dinner and drinks. "I wouldn't know. I've never been here before."
"Me neither."
After that we sat in silence that was thick with excitement. It was that same excitement that caused me to crack as I finally turned to look at him once more.
"So this is it huh?" I asked causing him to turn and look at me with a mock surprised look on his handsome face, but I could see the amusement in his eyes.
"This is your big idea of seduction? This is what you think I fantasize about? About meeting you for dinner at an overpriced hotel? You think this will get you into my panties?" I laughed as Edward watched me while trying to bite back a grin.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," he countered back with a grin that told me otherwise. "I'm only in town for business."
"Business?" I mocked as I watched him smile at my reaction.
"Yes, just here for the night and then back to my lonely existence in my hometown," he amended his story while I shook my head at his ridiculous cover story.
"Really?" I questioned as he sighed sadly in a dramatic manner.
"It's tough being alone, but I'm sure that's something that a beautiful woman like you would know nothing about," he lamented as he lied so smoothly I almost wanted to believe him.
Almost.
Until I remembered that this was some elaborate ruse to provide some sort fantasy for me while getting me into bed with him. It didn't matter. I was in. I was in the moment he sat down next to me.
"Yeah," I mumbled, nit bothering to hide the sarcasm that came along with his lame ass story that was meant to woo me.
"Where are my manners?" he mumbled with a grin as he held out his hand to me.
"I'm Clark. Clark Kent."
I took hold of his large hand with him for a firm handshake. It did little to prevent the giggle that escaped my lips over his new identity considering one drunken night I had once told him how much he resembled Superman. It was also with that nickname that O revealed my love of comic books and the rivalry between DC and Marvel. It was one of the many pointless arguments between Edward and me due to his loyalty to DC and my love of Marvel.
It was the perfect identity for this mess of an evening and left me revealing my own as I smiled and responded.
"Diana Prince. It's a pleasure to meet you."
AN:
Thanks for reading! I will post again in a bit. I just can't write smut while sitting in my kid's parochial school lunch room waiting for while she's in her Girl Scouts meeting. I swear to you the crucifix is eyeing me lol… either that or Catholic guilt is setting in… which is odd considering I'm Lutheran and not Catholic lol.
Until later….
XOXO
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