Sweet Dreams
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I stared at the woman.
She had thick, long dark hair and long legs most of which I could see coming out the bottom of her very short, frayed-hemmed jeans skirt. She had a tight tank top and more cle**age than Krystal (but as much as me). She wasn’t petite or slim, she was long and very rounded but it was clear she didn’t care. A mini-Buddha belly and a hint of back fat didn’t bother her. Not in the slightest. In fact, she worked it.
She sashayed into reception and I saw a man was there. He was Betty’s upper-middle-age. He smiled at her like he knew her and she waved and smiled back giving the same impression. I knew this was the truth when he handed her a key without doing any of the usual checking in business. She took the key, put both her hands on the counter, lifted herself up, booty pointed up in the air, feet in high-heeled stiletto sandals on tiptoe. She kicked back one foot and leaned toward him, giving him an across-the-counter air kiss. Then she strutted back out to her convertible, got in and drove through the parking lot to park three spots down from my Lexus. She got out, didn’t grab a suitcase and walked toward a door where I lost sight of her.
I had a feeling I was going to have to buy some tank tops to fit in in Carnal.
I dropped the curtain and went to the dresser. Most of my clothes were folded and sitting on top, there wasn’t enough room for them all in the drawers and closet. But at least they’d been released from their suitcase captivity. In the drawers I’d put my underwear, socks and pajamas. I’d also put my bathing suit in there.
Seeing my clothes laid out I thought it wasn’t much but it was more home than I’d had in a good long while and it made me feel weirdly settled.
It had been a warm day but it couldn’t be over sixty-five degrees outside. Still, I loved pools, I loved to be in water and for some reason I really wanted a swim so I figured it would be like any time you got in cold water. Once you were in, you’d get used to it. At least I hoped so. If not, so what? I’d just drag my carcass out and come back to my room.
I changed into my swimsuit, put on a pair of track pants, a sweatshirt and some flip-flops. Before I could chicken out, I grabbed a towel and my room key and headed to the pool.
I slipped off my shoes and sweats and decided to dive right in. Better to get it over with all at once. I moved to the side of the pool, braced for impact and dove.
The pool was heated.
Heaven.
I swam five laps of the short pool and had to stop because I couldn’t breathe. This, I told myself, had to do with the fact that I was in the Rocky Mountains, at altitude, and it did not have to do with the fact that I was seriously out of shape.
I forced out four more laps and had to stop again.
Then I forced out one more lap and put a hand to the edge to turn back for another lap when I heard the roar of bike pipes.
Stopped at the edge of the pool, holding on and peering over the side, my eyes followed the black and chrome Harley gleaming in Reception Betty’s parking lot lights as it glided along, pulled in and parked next to the convertible. Then my eyes watched the man shove the stand down with his booted foot and swing his leg off the bike.
His back was to me so all I could see was that he was tall and he had a great behind. He also had on faded jeans, a black, long-sleeved, thermal t-shirt and he had a head of thick dark hair that also shone in the lights, just like his Harley
One of the hotel room doors opened and the woman in the mini-jeans-skirt ran out and threw herself at the tall man. Her arms wrapped around his neck and I couldn’t see it but I could tell her lips latched onto his.
He didn’t even go back on a foot when her body impacted his. He just curved his arms around her and leaned into her kiss.
That’s something special.
The thought just popped into my head and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know these two people. All I knew was that it looked special. So special, all I could do was stare.
They stopped kissing and she tipped her head back and laughed with pure delight, the sound ringing through the air, filling it with music.
I decided I hated her and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know who she was or what was happening. I just knew she had something special and I didn’t and never would and that sucked. It wasn’t a nice thought which was unusual because I was normally a nice person but it was the one I had.
She disengaged from him and came to his side, wrapping her arm around his waist and propelling him forward.
He looked down at her and I saw his profile in Reception Betty’s bright parking lot lights and when I did I held my breath.
If he was that handsome in profile, so handsome he was breathtaking; he’d be sensational full on.
That’s when I decided I really hated her.
They got close to the door and he moved suddenly and quickly. Swinging her up in front of him, she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders and tipped her head down to look at him. But he seemed to be peering in the room like he expected to see something or someone, something or someone important, something or someone he was looking forward to seeing. But before he found that something or someone, she fisted a hand in his hair, tilting his back, her mouth went down on his and they entered the room necking.
He closed the door with his booted foot.
Yes, sensational. If he could pick her up like that and carry her anywhere, he was beyond sensational.
“Like the pool?”
I jumped and pushed off the side with my foot, my head jerking around as I stared at the Reception Guy who checked in Lucky as Hell Girl that I hated. He was standing at the side of the pool and looking down at me. I was so engrossed in Handsome Harley Guy and Lucky as Hell Girl I hadn’t heard him coming.
“Sorry?” I asked.
“The pool,” he answered. “Like it?”
“Um…” I mumbled, staring up at him. “Yes.”
“It’s heated,” he informed me.
“Um…” I mumbled again. “I can tell.”
“Betty ‘n me got it relined last year. One or t’other of us clean it every day. Best pool in the county.”
I couldn’t disagree. It was a fantastic pool, clean, heated and everything.
Therefore I said, “It’s really nice.”
He rocked back on his heels and took in the pool with his eyes before he looked back at me.
“Thanks. Ned,” he said.
“Uh, my name is Lauren,” I said back and he laughed.
“No, pretty lady, name’s Ned.” He jerked a thumb at himself. “I’m Ned.”