Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

No, she will not. She is on a three month tour in Europe and the Far East, promoting her new film, he said, grimacing. It'll be just me for a whole month here Oh, Europe sounds lovely at the time of year. It's a shame she couldn't come with you ... Her voice trailed off, Claire wasn't sure if she should revel in the idea that she had him, a sole guest, for the entire month, all to herself. Well, not herself. He wasn't hers, she reminded herself. She had always wanted to go to Europe. Of course, which girl didn't want to go to Paris with a handsome, tanned, muscular... she bit her lip, as she stared at him for a moment before removing her eyes to the bottle of champagne. Why don't you join me in a drink, Claire? I can't manage a whole bottle on my own, and I won't tell your dad you're drinking on the job , he quipped with a playful wink at her. Was she the only one who felt the jolt of electricity run through her veins, and touch and squeeze her tip toes? She tried to push these thoughts away until she was safe and secluded in her bedroom. Her lips parted, and she could swear she could hear electricity crackle between them. But, he was married. To a Mrs. Reynolds. She shook her head, trying to empty all irrational thoughts. She smiled, and didn't have an excuse. He was the only guest, and her father did nudge her to accompany him. It would be rude not to. And yet, she felt shy. A faint blush coloured her cheeks, as she said softly, Five minutes couldn't hurt. She turned off her headset, and placed it beside the champagne tray. Suddenly, Claire was hit with a newfound sensation - warmth bloomed between her legs. She hadn't felt... aroused, the sensation felt foreign, even as she admitted it to herself, in her own mind. She stroked the inside of her thigh against her other leg and breathed shakily as she held onto the cool glass of the champagne bottle and poured herself half the amount he had. She didn't want to be rude, and she wasn't sure her father would be fine with her drinking expensive, very expensive, alcohol. So tell me Claire, something tells me you're not usually a bellboygirl. I've been told this hotel specializes in several forms of extreme sports. Do you partake in them? What can you tell me about what you have to offer? She blushed, clinking her glass against his first, murmuring a soft To a relaxing holiday... before answering him. She took a small sip, letting the bubbly liquid seep down into her throat. The most I will do, is go for a dip in the pool, or the ocean. I don't think it's professional to go during the day, when our clients are in, so I wait until after dinner, when it's dark to swim. She blushed again. The last question - she wasn't sure what to answer. What did he want her to offer? I wouldn't call myself a bellgirl... I'm lucky... my father has trained me in all different kinds of skills required for hotel management. If we are short staffed, I try to fill in and help whatever way I can. She touched her collarbone nervously, the ends of her fingers, slipping under her loose t-shirt. His eyes were mesmerizing... she tried to stop staring, but failed on numerous occasions. Finally, she managed to pull away, clearing her throat, It's getting rather warm in here. She walked over to check the AC, and it was operating just fine. But she had to put in some distance between the two. His wife just might end up showing up to surprise Lance. She imagined the two fornicating loudly in the bedroom and blushed furiously.