CHAPTER 1
The first time I ever saw her, she was merely a shadow. Her perfectly shaped body outlined through the glass took my breath away. For the first time in my life I was speechless. I must be dreaming. My brain scrambled for an answer. What the hell…?
I had checked into my hotel room earlier that afternoon, placing my bags in the closet so as not to clutter up the floor. Now, as I returned, there was clothing strewn across the room, and the small table below the mirror was littered with makeup, creams, and whatever else most women use to make themselves look more beautiful. I myself preferred to go au naturale… no makeup, and jeans and a tanktop were my main attire. I suppose I could have been considered cute, but never beautiful.
I must have the wrong room. That must be it. But wait, my key opened the door. This has to be my hotel room. What is going on? Then I become aware of the small, almost inaudible sounds that one can detect when another person is present. They seemed to be coming from the bathroom, where the light was on and the door stood wide open. I heard running water, and decided that whoever had taken over my hotel room mst be brushing their teeth. I went to investigate, hoping to shed some light on this puzzling situation.
As I stepped into the bathroom, I suddenly realized that the person inhabiting my room was most certainly not brushing her teeth. She was, in fact, in the process of taking a shower, and I was intruding. I knew that I should leave; I was invading her privacy. But I could not move. I stood there for a few moments, simply gazing at her naked form behind the
textured glass shower door. Exquisite. I had never seen someone so beautiful, so perfectly formed.
Suddenly, the shower stopped, and she opened the shower door a crack to reach for a towel. My instincts told me to run, but I still could not move. As she took her towel from the rack beside the shower, she hesitated a moment, then peeked around the edge of the door. I cringed, waiting for the scream and panicked rush to cover herself as she noticed me. The scream never came. Very calmly she looked at me and asked quizzically, “How did you get in here?”
“I… I… You’re in my room,” I stammered helplessly.” “On the contrary, I believe you’re in mine,” she replied, still without fear or concern. “I was here earlier and left my bags in the closet,” I attempted to explain. “I just got back, and now you’re in my shower!” “I think there must be a mistake,” she answered quickly. “How did you get in?” “I used my key,” I said, holding up the card. “How did you get in?” “I used my key, of course. The hotel must have made a mistake.” “I would say so,” I replied, blushing slightly, afraid she would read the desire smoldering in my eyes as she continued to stand there naked, dripping from the shower. “Well, all that we have to do is go down to the front desk and point out this mistake, and they’ll give me a new room,” she said logically. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed and towel off my hair.”
“Yes… Of course, why didn’t I think of that?” I mumbled as I turned and retreated to the bedroom. I sat down on the corner of the king sized bed that occupied the room, taking a deep breath and trying desperately to get control of myself. This is unreal, I thought. I can’t believe this is happening. Things like this just don’t happen to ordinary people like me, do they?
Fifteen minutes later, she exited the bathroom fully dressed, and even more stunning. She was tall, probably close to 3 inches taller than my own 5’6″ frame. Her dark hair was a cloud around her shoulders, thick and wavy, sparkling like black fire when the light touched it. Her dusky skin glowed as if kissed by the sun itself, and her eyes were a startling amethyst color. I could do nothing but stare, barely having the sense to close my mouth after it had dropped open at the sight of her.
“Well, are you ready to go see why we both have a key for the same room?” she asked. “Yes… Yes, I suppose so,” I stuttered, once more at a loss for words. “Good.” No words were exchanged between us as we rode the elevator to the entry level and stepped off. We were both absorbed in our own thoughts as we pondered the strange situation we were entangled in.
“What do you mean you thought the room was empty?” she exclaimed incredulously, glaring at the front desk clerk. “I’m sorry, miss, the booking agent forgot the key the reservation into the computer. The room Ms. Coronetta booked wasn’t registered as occupied.” “Some service,” she remarked sarcastically. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to give me another room,” she continued. “I’m sorry, but all the rooms are taken. We have no more rooms to give you.” “You what??? This is outrageous! You mean to tell me…” “I’m very sorry ma’am, but there are no more vacancies at this hotel.” “This is crazy. I don’t believe it! I’ll need a refund then, of course.” “Miss, we don’t give refunds. I’m sorry, but it’s the policy.” “Forget the fucking plicy mister, I need a room…” “Excuse me,” I interrupted. It was clear that she was not having any success in reaching an agreement with the hotel clerk, and I wanted to help this beautiful creature. “Your hotel made the mistake, and are refusing to give her a refund. At the very least, this is highly unethical. Now you are going to either find her a room or give her a refund, do you understand?” I was startled by my own strong reaction. I
don’t take no for an answer, but I also don’t usually step in to take over the battle of another person. She stepped back, slightly surprised that I would be so adamant on her behalf, but she also looked slightly relieved.
“Ms. Coronetta, as I’ve already explained, there are no more rooms available, and I can’t give either of you a refund. It’s simply not possible.” “Well damn it, what the hell are we supposed to do then?” I exploded. I could tell that she was close to tears. It was late, her privacy had been disturbed, and it was unlikely she would find another hotel room at this hour in such a crowded city. “I don’t know ma’am, that’s not my problem,” the clerk responded curtly. I felt a soft touch on my arm and turned to find the wondrous creation staring intently at me. “Don’t worry about it,” she said quietly. “I’ll figure out something. It’s really not worth the hassle. “But that’s not fair to you,” I protested. “I can’t just push you out of the room you paid for and thought was yours.” It crossed my mind that though I had a business meeting early the next morning, I would sleep in the park if I had to. I couldn’t let this beautiful, far more delicate creature than I alone without the accommodations she was accustomed to. A surge of protection washed over me as the words flew out of my mouth. Get a grip girl, I thought. She’s not yours to protect. “Yes you can,” she replied. “Even if you don’t push me out, I can leave on my own. This isn’t your problem, I was the one who intruded.” At those words, my mind once again conjured up the image of her body through the frosted glass, and I felt the desire stirring again. God, how I wanted her. But to her I was just another woman – someone she could trust…
“Listen, I won’t hear anymore of this nonsense,” I argued as we turned and moved towards the elevator. “If you’re willing, I would be more than happy to share my room with you. I know it’s rather unconventional, given the way we’ve only just met, but it would provide a solution to this
predicament. Of course, if it would make you uncomfortable…” I trailed off, remembering the single king sized bed in the room. Could I control myself around this goddess? “It’s not a question of me feeling uncomfortable,” she answered slowly. “The arrangement wouldn’t bother me at all, but I wouldn’t want to impose like that,” she finished. “It would be no imposition,” I declared. “In fact, if you left, I would be forced to feel guilty, and wouldn’t be able to rest anyway.” “In that case, I am extremely grateful for your kindness,” she said with a sweet smile. Good God, what am I doing? I thought. “And I am merely glad that I can be of some help to you,” I replied. “Especially after the way I barged in on you in the shower.” Watch yourself, I cautioned myself. This woman thinks you are just another girlfriend, someone to go shopping with. You can’t let her know how you want to fuck her brains out. Her only reply was a small smile that looked sexy, even if she wasn’t intending it that way, and a sensual throaty chuckle.