I've taken consideration of all the comments so far and have decided this most likely won't be romantic. I'd considered it for awhile, but thought better of it and everyone's comments helped me make the right decision. This is a bit short and sweet and probably needs more filler, but I wanted to post the next part before you all thought I was dead or something. LOL. If I update it I'll of course make a note of it in the summary. :)
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Part 4
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Rain sloshed across my boots as I approached the entrance to Anthony's hotel. There was a doorman standing outside in a beautiful black tailored uniform and a hat with gold edging. I checked in with him and was allowed up to Anthony's room.
The hallways were fairly empty on Anthony's floor, which was good I suspected. Wonderful pieces of art hung on the walls all along the hall and I caught myself stopping to admire many of them on my way down to his room.
When I finally tore myself from the last painting, I rapped sharply on Anthony's door. He was ready and waiting for me because he answered the door within seconds.
"Sorry," he said, "I've been anxious to get out of here. I hate hotels. You wanna come in for a minute or just head out?"
The temptation to go in on the slight chance that I might see his boxers laying about kept me from answering for a moment.
"No, that's okay," I said, amused by my own thoughts. I could feel a smirk spread across my face.
"Gonna let me in on the joke?" Anthony asked. Obviously he caught my grin. "Toying with the idea of snooping around in the bathroom or something?"
I about spat I laughed so hard.
Anthony laughed as well. "That's it then?"
Trying to control my outrageous giggles I managed to get out, "Well, you're in the ballpark."
Anthony took this to be a challenge of some sort and turned it into a game.
"Hmm, what could it be? What's Anthony's personal lifestyle like? Is he messy? Does he eat red meat? What kind of pornos does he watch? Does he read romance novels? Does he wear boxers or briefs?..."
Now I was in such a state of hilarity I had to brace myself against the door. I think there were brief moments when I stopped breathing and the electrodes in my brain stopped sparking.
He was mildly amused as well. The biggest grin I had ever seen was spread across his face. "My God, girl, breathe. You're going to kill yourself." He chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him.
"I think we should go," I said taking deep breaths, a giggle escaping every few seconds.
"You sure you don't want to snoop around for empty liquor bottles or hookers under the bed?"
"Stop it!" I wheezed. "My abdomen hurts from laughing so much! Come on!" I grabbed him by the wrist and he was barely able to close the door as I quickly whisked him away, the both of us cackling hysterically along the way.
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More to come...
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Part 4
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Rain sloshed across my boots as I approached the entrance to Anthony's hotel. There was a doorman standing outside in a beautiful black tailored uniform and a hat with gold edging. I checked in with him and was allowed up to Anthony's room.
The hallways were fairly empty on Anthony's floor, which was good I suspected. Wonderful pieces of art hung on the walls all along the hall and I caught myself stopping to admire many of them on my way down to his room.
When I finally tore myself from the last painting, I rapped sharply on Anthony's door. He was ready and waiting for me because he answered the door within seconds.
"Sorry," he said, "I've been anxious to get out of here. I hate hotels. You wanna come in for a minute or just head out?"
The temptation to go in on the slight chance that I might see his boxers laying about kept me from answering for a moment.
"No, that's okay," I said, amused by my own thoughts. I could feel a smirk spread across my face.
"Gonna let me in on the joke?" Anthony asked. Obviously he caught my grin. "Toying with the idea of snooping around in the bathroom or something?"
I about spat I laughed so hard.
Anthony laughed as well. "That's it then?"
Trying to control my outrageous giggles I managed to get out, "Well, you're in the ballpark."
Anthony took this to be a challenge of some sort and turned it into a game.
"Hmm, what could it be? What's Anthony's personal lifestyle like? Is he messy? Does he eat red meat? What kind of pornos does he watch? Does he read romance novels? Does he wear boxers or briefs?..."
Now I was in such a state of hilarity I had to brace myself against the door. I think there were brief moments when I stopped breathing and the electrodes in my brain stopped sparking.
He was mildly amused as well. The biggest grin I had ever seen was spread across his face. "My God, girl, breathe. You're going to kill yourself." He chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him.
"I think we should go," I said taking deep breaths, a giggle escaping every few seconds.
"You sure you don't want to snoop around for empty liquor bottles or hookers under the bed?"
"Stop it!" I wheezed. "My abdomen hurts from laughing so much! Come on!" I grabbed him by the wrist and he was barely able to close the door as I quickly whisked him away, the both of us cackling hysterically along the way.
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More to come...
