Going With the Unexpected

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“Are you kidding me?” I mumbled under my breath. My brain was no longer able to process bad news. My new assistant had started a month before and came with rave reviews. This was the first business trip she had scheduled for me and if the resulting experience was an indicator of her abilities, I would need to start the hiring process again. The thought of it made me cringe.That morning, the car service she scheduled was thirty minutes late, the seat she booked on the plane was a middle seat making it impossible to work on the proposal that I was supposed to give the next day, the flight also had a four-and-a-half-hour layover, even when I expressly instructed her that I would only take direct flights. Then to finish off the day consistently, when I finally made it to the hotel, they were unable to find my reservation and were completely booked. I knew I should call her and have her work it out but I wasn’t sure if I could control the language that would have come out of my mouth if I did.Standing in that lobby, faced with the kid at the front desk I tried to reason with him. I said “It is late in the day, is there a chance that you have a cancellation? I will take any room, even one that costs more. Please say you can help me. I am desperate.” The last bit of pleading may have been too much. At least it seemed like it by the way the guy leered at me. I had to school my expression so I wouldn’t show how disgusted his attention made me. I knew that it was his help I needed. He looked back down to his computer and told me, “There are three rooms that are reserved but we haven’t heard from the customers yet. In an hour I could call them to confirm they are coming and offer turndown service. If any of them cancel, that room can be yours,” he paused a beat then added “I can do your turndown service.” with that, he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I pasted a smile on and tried not to gag at the image that assaulted me of this scrawny, pimple-faced, weasel writhing on top of me. I shook the thought from my mind and let him know that I would be at the bar on the other side of the lobby and would come back in an hour.I found a seat at the bar top that faced the lobby desk so I could monitor people checking in. The bartender offered a nice view of his own. He was tall with sandy brown hair and looked like he spent a lot https://escortium.org of time outside. His skin… I first thought sun-kissed was a good description but the more my eyes followed him I started to think it was like the sun slowly licked every inch of him. He approached me placing a cocktail napkin in front of me. “What can I get you?” he asked in a slight southern drawl.”Old fashioned please.” I watched as he reached overhead to get a glass, his shirt lifted just enough to show the delicate patch of hair that ran down until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his well-fitting jeans. I let out a long breath. My mind was mush from the day, my body, equally tired, began to throb in an unwelcome way. The bartender leaned toward me and placed my drink on the napkin. With a wink, he turned and walked to the few guests at the other end of the bar.As my eyes tracked his progress I noticed the young couple at the front desk. My heart dropped as I watched them check in. Knowing that I should be looking for alternate lodging, I motioned to the bartender and he made his way back to me.”Excuse me, are there any other hotels near here?” I asked him.”Is the drink that bad?” he chuckled.”No, not at all. There was a problem with my reservation. I need to find somewhere with an open room.” “The rodeo is in town this week. Every hotel, motel, and brothel have been booked solid for months now,” he said with an apologetic smile.My stomach dropped and I could feel tears building in the corner of my eyes. To keep my composure I took a slow and controlled breath. “The guy at the front desk said a couple of people haven’t arrived yet and he would call to see if they are going to cancel in…” I looked down at my watch, “in forty-eight minutes.” As soon as I said that, we both looked to the door and watched as a man dressed as a rodeo clown walked in. I held my breath and only released it when he walked directly past the desk and to the bank of elevators across from it.  I picked up my drink, touched the cold glass to my lips, and let the strong bourbon pour down my throat. I closed my eyes wishing that I could find a bed and end this awful day.Of course, when I opened my eyes a moment later there were three girls at the front desk checking in. That left one room left. I wondered if the kid at the front desk knew what a long shot his plan was. It made me wonder if he was trying to set me up somehow. Feeling helpless I looked around, the kid wasn’t the only local in the room. I found the bartender. He was mixing a drink. His eyes drifted to mine and I wondered where he lived or if he had a spare room or couch. I could pay him for the space. Right then he then leaned over the bar to hear the customer in front of him better. In doing so I saw the muscles in his back ripple, thoughts of what we could do if I went home with him flashed through my mind. Once my mind went there, I could not stop. My eyes kept following his every move, I knew that I wasn’t being discrete but it didn’t seem to bother him.I became lost in images of wrapping my legs around the bartender’s head, unintentionally my thighs pressed together and I shifted on the barstool searching for relief. My body was a ball of tension and unfocused electricity. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t see the large man slide into the seat next to me. I only realized he was there when he quietly spoke in my ear. He had a deep, gruff voice that instantly made my nipples tighten “See something you want?” he asked with humor on his face.Coming back to reality, I looked at the stranger next to me. He was a big guy, well over six feet with thick dark hair, and a matching beard. He wasn’t perfectly fit but he looked strong. A vivid vision assaulted me. In it, he picked me up, pressed me against a wall, and without an ounce of hesitation he took what he wanted from me. “Are you alright?” he asked now sounding concerned. I had spaced out again. I really needed this day to be over. I took a deep gulp of my drink.”This has been the day from hell. I have one last hope and I am drinking until it materializes.” I responded somewhat cryptically. He looked at me and smiled then waved down the bartender signaling to get me a refill and a beer for himself. He then turned back to me and asked me to tell him everything. So I did, from the miserable travel, the lack of reservation, a few choice words about my new assistant and finally why I was waiting.”You said there were three rooms left, the first was taken by a couple, the second by three girls leaving one room left, right?” His face morphed into something that almost seemed like guilt. His eyes darted to the suitcase that was wedged between his leg and the stool on his other side. “I just checked in, I was headed to the elevators when I saw you. You were so focused, breathing so deeply, I just had to come and see what was making you react so beautifully.”All hope slammed out of my body like a tidal wave. I closed my eyes and rested my head in my hands. The day from hell.”I have a crazy idea, the only room they had left had two queen beds in it. Obviously, there is just one of me, come take the other bed. I promise I will be an absolute gentleman.” I just stared at him, I didn’t know what to say or do. I had met this guy five minutes before, of course, there was a huge chance that he could hurt me, I wasn’t naive. The truth was I was contemplating going home with the bartender, was there a difference? The thought of being in a hotel seemed a tad bit safer than going to some unknown location with a stranger. If the hotel was sold out, I reasoned I could always scream if I needed to. I knew it was a stupid decision but the thought of having a bed to sleep in won. I took the fresh drink and stood. “Please don’t make me regret this.”  He pulled out his wallet, left a crisp bill on the bar top, and motioned for me to go first. I downed the drink and then wheeled my suitcase toward the elevators. Passing the kid at the front desk, he gave me a pervy smile that made me make a soft gagging noise at the back of my throat. My new roommate, observant as ever, chuckled behind me. When the car arrived he let me enter first then followed pushing the button to the 3rd floor. When the ding rang indicating we had reached our destination he stepped out first and led the way to room 319. He used the key card to open the door for me, and I stepped into the dark room past him. Flipping the first switch I could find, light flooded the small room. I maneuvered into the middle of the room and he walked up next to me, both looking at the two beds in front of us.”Do you have a preference?” I asked him quietly.”My only preference is getting the shower first. Help yourself to whichever bed.” At that, he wheeled his suitcase into the bathroom and I heard the door lock behind him. I put my suitcase on the small desk next to the bed furthest to the bathroom. I pulled out my toiletry bag and pajamas. I had packed thinking I would be in a room by myself. I had a thin, black, lace nightgown and nothing to cover it with. 

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