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Date Posted: Thursday, September 23, 01:22:09am
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Jennifer S and Loveroy's New Story
's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts" on Thursday, August 05, 12:16:30am
When Michael and Nikita entered the room, she saw that the suite was large and well decorated, comfortable and inviting. The kitchenette area had a microwave and a refrigerator full to the brim with drinks, nuts, candies and snacks. She was still thirsty and greedily reached in the refrigerator for a bottle of water to quench her old thirst.
Nikita moved through the apartment-like suite opening and closing drawers and admiring the opulence of the place. She was relieved that Michael was correct in his description of the rooms and that in fact the suite was so spacious and well equipped that the strangers could co-habituate in the area and never disturb one another.
“Here.” Michael said to Nikita as he dried his head with one towel and dangled another towel from his hand offering it to the woman. He then pointed to a bedroom and said, “I have the larger one just because I am settled in, but if you prefer…” motioning with his extended hand.
After accepting the towel and giving him an appreciative smile, she reached the door to her room and was flabbergasted at the spoils of comfort she found there, so she answered, “No thank you this one will be fine, it’s wonderful.” She exclaimed having now entered the bathroom with its Jacuzzi tub.
“Voila,” Michael said from the door to the bedroom and handed her a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. “I am sorry this is all I have that you could possibly wear.”
Removing the items from his hands she said jokingly, “I would probably kill myself if you lent me clothing belonging to you that fit me Mr. Samuelle.”
He missed the meaning of her repartee and smiled faintly excusing himself to go take a shower, telling her he wanted to be ready when room service arrived. Michael real reason for politely excusing himself was his eagerness to steal a few minutes for himself and de-stress from the crankiness of the last few hours.
Nikita agreed that a hot shower sounded marvelous, since she was dying to wash her hair and warm up. They moved separately to their own bedrooms and their doors could be heard locking behind each one. Nikita turned on the television as she walked passed it and hung her wet clothes in the bathroom to dry after removing them to bathe.
When she finished showering she donned a white and plush hotel robe hanging inside a small closet and towel dried her hair while sitting at the end of her bed. She watched the Weather Channel update the current tropical storm to hurricane status and learned that the projected track of the storm would bring the eye directly over their location within the next 48 hours. She next blow dried her hair, found her makeup bag and applying some color to her cheeks, a bit of mascara to her lashes and a hint of gloss to her lips, she felt human again.
Nikita wandered out to the living room where Michael, wearing a pair of black drawstring pants and a white tee shirt, was standing by the suite’s front door. He was finally signing for the room service delivery and closing the door as Nikita walked to the cart now inside their room and took a strawberry into her mouth. For the first time in the two hours since they met the couple finally really saw each other. He was handsome, young, impossibly fit and fantastically beautiful. She was pretty, blonde, innocently exquisite and totally captivating.
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