Lucky was jealous of that duffle bag Jude carried, of that notebook he lovingly wrote in. She knew it was stupid, but she wouldn't have minded being an inanimate object for once if it meant she could spend more time with him.
Opening the door to the hotel room, Lucky dropped her bags by the door. The suite was huge. Easily the size of a small apartment and much larger than any hotel room they stayed in so far.
She and Jordan began turning on lights as they walked through. The main living space had a large flat screen TV, stereo surround sound, and a large comfortable looking couch. When Lucky sat on a burgundy chair in the corner of the room by the window, she was surprised to find it reclined.
Each of the bedrooms had a huge king size bed with a dark blue comforter and white sheets. The bed looked fluffy and comfortable and Lucky knew she'd get the good night's rest she so desperately needed.
"I can't wait to see the bathroom!" Jordan said excitedly as she ran into the bathroom that separated the bedrooms. "Oh! Lucky! Get in here!"
Lucky entered the largest bathroom she had ever seen. Bone color ceramic tile covered the floor. Garnet colored granite topped the two sink areas with long mirrors that covered the wall above them. In the corner of the room was a deep triangular whirlpool tub.
"Guess what I'm doing tonight," Lucky said.
"Hmm I wonder if Dylan has one in his room."
As Jordan started going through her clothing, Lucky left the room planning to explore. She wanted to look around more and figured she could stop in the restaurant to bring food to her room later, instead of waiting for room service.
The restaurant was a traditional steakhouse, dark wood walls with white linen tablecloths. Lucky couldn’t remember the last time she had a steak. It wasn’t a normal thing in her house to go out for steak, or really to go out much at all.
While the hostess, dressed in black slacks, a pleated white button shirt and a black vest, seated a couple, Lucky glanced over at the bar where Kat, Ross and Mike were doing shots. She heard Kat hoot then heard their laughter. She never understood the fascination with drinking and now that she had her first drink and felt its effects, she didn’t care for it. Lucky preferred being in control. She could embarrass herself easily enough without alcohol.
As the hostess headed back, Lucky wondered if her sour expression was caused by her brown hair being pulled back too tight by her ponytail. She didn’t look pleased to be working, but suddenly her scowl shifted into the biggest smile and her eyes opened wide.
"Oh my goodness! Table for two?" The hostess asked.
Confused, Lucky turned around and saw Jude behind her, wearing a dark red button shirt, the first couple of buttons open at the top giving her a view of his silver chain. Sticking out of the bottom of his dark blue jeans, were a different pair of boots, black, and less worn. Lucky wished she changed clothes too as she suddenly realized she smelled like stale bus air.
"Hi, I didn’t know you were behind me."
"I just got here. Care to join me?"
"I was just going to bring some food back to the room. I didn't even change."
"You look beautiful. Like always. Join me. I hate eating alone."
She couldn't say no, she didn't want to. Jude took her hand and held it between his, engulfing it between his large hands as they followed the hostess to a curved corner booth.
A waiter, a short man with slicked back black hair, came over with a clear unopened bottle with a blue and white label and asked what kind of water they'd like. Lucky looked at Jude, as far as she knew there was one kind of water–wet.
"We'll just have tap. Is that ok?"
The waiter nodded and left.
"There's other waters?" She whispered.
"They offer a few different types." He shrugged then continued, "frankly I prefer tap."
The waiter returned with a carafe of ice water and poured it into two long stemmed glasses. Lucky looked around, glad to see the
Opening the door to the hotel room, Lucky dropped her bags by the door. The suite was huge. Easily the size of a small apartment and much larger than any hotel room they stayed in so far.
She and Jordan began turning on lights as they walked through. The main living space had a large flat screen TV, stereo surround sound, and a large comfortable looking couch. When Lucky sat on a burgundy chair in the corner of the room by the window, she was surprised to find it reclined.
Each of the bedrooms had a huge king size bed with a dark blue comforter and white sheets. The bed looked fluffy and comfortable and Lucky knew she'd get the good night's rest she so desperately needed.
"I can't wait to see the bathroom!" Jordan said excitedly as she ran into the bathroom that separated the bedrooms. "Oh! Lucky! Get in here!"
Lucky entered the largest bathroom she had ever seen. Bone color ceramic tile covered the floor. Garnet colored granite topped the two sink areas with long mirrors that covered the wall above them. In the corner of the room was a deep triangular whirlpool tub.
"Guess what I'm doing tonight," Lucky said.
"Hmm I wonder if Dylan has one in his room."
As Jordan started going through her clothing, Lucky left the room planning to explore. She wanted to look around more and figured she could stop in the restaurant to bring food to her room later, instead of waiting for room service.
The restaurant was a traditional steakhouse, dark wood walls with white linen tablecloths. Lucky couldn’t remember the last time she had a steak. It wasn’t a normal thing in her house to go out for steak, or really to go out much at all.
While the hostess, dressed in black slacks, a pleated white button shirt and a black vest, seated a couple, Lucky glanced over at the bar where Kat, Ross and Mike were doing shots. She heard Kat hoot then heard their laughter. She never understood the fascination with drinking and now that she had her first drink and felt its effects, she didn’t care for it. Lucky preferred being in control. She could embarrass herself easily enough without alcohol.
As the hostess headed back, Lucky wondered if her sour expression was caused by her brown hair being pulled back too tight by her ponytail. She didn’t look pleased to be working, but suddenly her scowl shifted into the biggest smile and her eyes opened wide.
"Oh my goodness! Table for two?" The hostess asked.
Confused, Lucky turned around and saw Jude behind her, wearing a dark red button shirt, the first couple of buttons open at the top giving her a view of his silver chain. Sticking out of the bottom of his dark blue jeans, were a different pair of boots, black, and less worn. Lucky wished she changed clothes too as she suddenly realized she smelled like stale bus air.
"Hi, I didn’t know you were behind me."
"I just got here. Care to join me?"
"I was just going to bring some food back to the room. I didn't even change."
"You look beautiful. Like always. Join me. I hate eating alone."
She couldn't say no, she didn't want to. Jude took her hand and held it between his, engulfing it between his large hands as they followed the hostess to a curved corner booth.
A waiter, a short man with slicked back black hair, came over with a clear unopened bottle with a blue and white label and asked what kind of water they'd like. Lucky looked at Jude, as far as she knew there was one kind of water–wet.
"We'll just have tap. Is that ok?"
The waiter nodded and left.
"There's other waters?" She whispered.
"They offer a few different types." He shrugged then continued, "frankly I prefer tap."
The waiter returned with a carafe of ice water and poured it into two long stemmed glasses. Lucky looked around, glad to see the
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