walnut desk to the left of the doors.
“Mr. Ellis, how are you this evening? Anything I can take care of for you?” The clean cut older woman’s voice is so even keel and smooth you would think that she always see’s barefoot half naked make-up smeared young girls at her desk.
“Yes Barbara, can you please set my friend here up with what she needs?”
“Of course Mr. Ellis, everything will be up in less than an hour,” then she looks at me and says, “medium-ish?” I nod my head.
“Anything to eat for you?” she inquires.
“I’ll call room service in a bit. Thanks Barbara.”
“Goodnight Mr. Ellis.”
Jonathan grabs my hand and we head down the hall and turn right until it ends.
We arrive at two dark mahogany doors with gold handles. Jonathan pulls out a card key from his pocket and slides it in.
Once the door closes, we take a few steps into his suite, and Jonathan pulls me close into him and envelopes me in a big hug. I curl my fists into balls and rest my arms against his chest and huddle in close. I start to cry a little again, and he kisses the top of my head. I think that I am half crying out of relief and half for the immense caring that he is showing me. This tender moment makes me feel safe. Lifting my head with his hand, Jonathan looks into my eyes and asks if I am ok, really ok? I assure him that I am. “How did you know to show up?”
“Later ok, lets get you settled, and I will tell you all you want to know.”
“Ok” I agree.
“Stay here for a sec,” he asks and I sit on a upholstered bench in the entry.
Jonathan goes into the bathroom, and comes out a two minutes later.
“Ok, all ready for you, go in there, and relax. I am going to order some room service, are you hungry?”
I realize that I am famished. “Yes, I am. Order whatever for me,” and I walk into the bathroom.
The bathroom is stunning; it is all silver, mirror, and white marble. The lighting is soft and flattering. Jonathan has a bubble bath ready for me with a stack of towels on a metallic silver stool. I hang up his coat on the small metal valet, take off my panties, and throw them in the trash; I never want to see those again. Climbing up the two marble steps, I ease into the bath drawn for me. It feels heavenly and smells amazing. The tub is sunken with a little built in seat and arm rests as well as a pillow for my head. I let the water surround me and I try to relax.
Shortly, there is a knock on the door. “Come in.”
Jonathan walks in with two glasses of white wine. There is my hero. His dark hair is mussed up on top, he has changed into black nylon running pants, and a matching black nylon t-shirt with white running socks. “Are you going running?” I ask him.
“Ha no, not tonight, I just changed to be comfortable.”
“Do you normally run at night?” I ask.
Jonathan has sauntered casually across the bathroom and is sitting on the bottom marble step talking to me. I have a feeling he has no idea how he looks, it is effortless and without forethought. I feel something stir inside me under the warm water.
“I do. I love to run through the city at night here, it’s exhilarating and beautiful.”
“Are you a big runner?” I sip my wine and am grateful it helps me to forget.
“Yes, I run 10k’s and half marathons on weekends when I can. I run everyday, I prefer outside but I will run on a treadmill when I have to. I also love to trail run.”
I love hearing about his running, when he talks about it his whole face lights up, and his eyes are bright and he is animated. It is very different from the cool, calm, and collected Jonathan I usually get.
“Have you ever run anywhere dangerous?”
“Well, trails along the edges of cliffs with a deep drop, an active volcano in Hawaii, and the running of the bulls, that was probably the most dangerous.”
“That sounds exciting.” The kind of thing you only read about and he has done it.
“Yes, I didn’t make the entire run
“Mr. Ellis, how are you this evening? Anything I can take care of for you?” The clean cut older woman’s voice is so even keel and smooth you would think that she always see’s barefoot half naked make-up smeared young girls at her desk.
“Yes Barbara, can you please set my friend here up with what she needs?”
“Of course Mr. Ellis, everything will be up in less than an hour,” then she looks at me and says, “medium-ish?” I nod my head.
“Anything to eat for you?” she inquires.
“I’ll call room service in a bit. Thanks Barbara.”
“Goodnight Mr. Ellis.”
Jonathan grabs my hand and we head down the hall and turn right until it ends.
We arrive at two dark mahogany doors with gold handles. Jonathan pulls out a card key from his pocket and slides it in.
Once the door closes, we take a few steps into his suite, and Jonathan pulls me close into him and envelopes me in a big hug. I curl my fists into balls and rest my arms against his chest and huddle in close. I start to cry a little again, and he kisses the top of my head. I think that I am half crying out of relief and half for the immense caring that he is showing me. This tender moment makes me feel safe. Lifting my head with his hand, Jonathan looks into my eyes and asks if I am ok, really ok? I assure him that I am. “How did you know to show up?”
“Later ok, lets get you settled, and I will tell you all you want to know.”
“Ok” I agree.
“Stay here for a sec,” he asks and I sit on a upholstered bench in the entry.
Jonathan goes into the bathroom, and comes out a two minutes later.
“Ok, all ready for you, go in there, and relax. I am going to order some room service, are you hungry?”
I realize that I am famished. “Yes, I am. Order whatever for me,” and I walk into the bathroom.
The bathroom is stunning; it is all silver, mirror, and white marble. The lighting is soft and flattering. Jonathan has a bubble bath ready for me with a stack of towels on a metallic silver stool. I hang up his coat on the small metal valet, take off my panties, and throw them in the trash; I never want to see those again. Climbing up the two marble steps, I ease into the bath drawn for me. It feels heavenly and smells amazing. The tub is sunken with a little built in seat and arm rests as well as a pillow for my head. I let the water surround me and I try to relax.
Shortly, there is a knock on the door. “Come in.”
Jonathan walks in with two glasses of white wine. There is my hero. His dark hair is mussed up on top, he has changed into black nylon running pants, and a matching black nylon t-shirt with white running socks. “Are you going running?” I ask him.
“Ha no, not tonight, I just changed to be comfortable.”
“Do you normally run at night?” I ask.
Jonathan has sauntered casually across the bathroom and is sitting on the bottom marble step talking to me. I have a feeling he has no idea how he looks, it is effortless and without forethought. I feel something stir inside me under the warm water.
“I do. I love to run through the city at night here, it’s exhilarating and beautiful.”
“Are you a big runner?” I sip my wine and am grateful it helps me to forget.
“Yes, I run 10k’s and half marathons on weekends when I can. I run everyday, I prefer outside but I will run on a treadmill when I have to. I also love to trail run.”
I love hearing about his running, when he talks about it his whole face lights up, and his eyes are bright and he is animated. It is very different from the cool, calm, and collected Jonathan I usually get.
“Have you ever run anywhere dangerous?”
“Well, trails along the edges of cliffs with a deep drop, an active volcano in Hawaii, and the running of the bulls, that was probably the most dangerous.”
“That sounds exciting.” The kind of thing you only read about and he has done it.
“Yes, I didn’t make the entire run
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