She knocked on the door of room 9, the room number he told her he was in.
She wore an off-white knee length lacey chenile summer dress with spagetti straps that crossed at her bare shoulders and open toe sandals.
He opens the door, smiles briefly and motions her into the room.
Once she's inside he locks the door, she notices his attention is focused on her arriving safely.
"Am I on time?"
"Right on time,can I get you a drink?"
He had made sure he had drinks; jb, coke, ice and glasses.
"Sure what you've got there will be fine"
"jb and coke?"
"Yeah on the rocks, straight up"
He laughs at her apparent lack of knowledge in bartending terminology "OK" and while he mixes her drink, he asks her to make herself comfortable.
She sits on the bed facing his back, as he stood facing the big mirror above the dresser where the TV set and mini-bar were stationed. His every move as well as hers was visible to the both of them in that mirror.
He hands her drink to her, she thanks him, takes a sip,and he sips from his never taking his eyes off of her.
She wanted to tell him everything right then and there, everything she wanted him to hear for himself. How she never intended to get so attracted to someone who saved her life, but she did. How she couldn't help herself around him, even when it was business. How he made her feel slutty but in a good way. How she was magnetically drawn to him and she knew he felt drawn to her too. But she knew he was as tough as nails, he wasn't going to spill his guts so soon in the game, and that was what it was now, a game.
But there was something about him,something she didn't see in him when they were on the battlefield. Maybe the soft stuff in her brought out the soft stuff in him. This was much different then the sweaty hike to the rendevouz point that day.
"Cigarette?" He offers, she accepts. He lights hers then his.
They both exhale smoke, sipping from their drinks, silent for quite awhile.
Jack pulls up a chair and sits facing her.They were no more than an arms reach from each other.
She finally speaks "Thank God for air conditioning huh?
He smiles and replies "Yes, it sure beats the heat out there"
She remembers the 102 degrees they endured that day. It was sweltering, they both baked in their own skins.The cool room was a welcome change.
"So how have you been?" he asks
"I'm OK, well I still havent found a place yet so I'm calling this place home for now. How bout yourself? Been working hard?"
"Actually I'm taking some time off."
"Oh? ...Well I'm honored you wanted to spend it here with me."
She wore an off-white knee length lacey chenile summer dress with spagetti straps that crossed at her bare shoulders and open toe sandals.
He opens the door, smiles briefly and motions her into the room.
Once she's inside he locks the door, she notices his attention is focused on her arriving safely.
"Am I on time?"
"Right on time,can I get you a drink?"
He had made sure he had drinks; jb, coke, ice and glasses.
"Sure what you've got there will be fine"
"jb and coke?"
"Yeah on the rocks, straight up"
He laughs at her apparent lack of knowledge in bartending terminology "OK" and while he mixes her drink, he asks her to make herself comfortable.
She sits on the bed facing his back, as he stood facing the big mirror above the dresser where the TV set and mini-bar were stationed. His every move as well as hers was visible to the both of them in that mirror.
He hands her drink to her, she thanks him, takes a sip,and he sips from his never taking his eyes off of her.
She wanted to tell him everything right then and there, everything she wanted him to hear for himself. How she never intended to get so attracted to someone who saved her life, but she did. How she couldn't help herself around him, even when it was business. How he made her feel slutty but in a good way. How she was magnetically drawn to him and she knew he felt drawn to her too. But she knew he was as tough as nails, he wasn't going to spill his guts so soon in the game, and that was what it was now, a game.
But there was something about him,something she didn't see in him when they were on the battlefield. Maybe the soft stuff in her brought out the soft stuff in him. This was much different then the sweaty hike to the rendevouz point that day.
"Cigarette?" He offers, she accepts. He lights hers then his.
They both exhale smoke, sipping from their drinks, silent for quite awhile.
Jack pulls up a chair and sits facing her.They were no more than an arms reach from each other.
She finally speaks "Thank God for air conditioning huh?
He smiles and replies "Yes, it sure beats the heat out there"
She remembers the 102 degrees they endured that day. It was sweltering, they both baked in their own skins.The cool room was a welcome change.
"So how have you been?" he asks
"I'm OK, well I still havent found a place yet so I'm calling this place home for now. How bout yourself? Been working hard?"
"Actually I'm taking some time off."
"Oh? ...Well I'm honored you wanted to spend it here with me."