Mercedes watched the tall, handsome stranger enter the bar. Adrenaline flowed deep within her at the possibility, hoping he was the one as butterflies fluttered wildly within.
“Mercedes?” She could only manage a nod as the stranger sat. “You look absolutely delicious,” Adam whispered softly as her luscious, ruby red lips cupped the rim of her glass and her sculpted cheeks flushed brightly.
Her mobile invaded the intense moment. “Sorry, my friend, checking I’m not with a serial killer,” she joked as she reached for the phone but his hand reached it first.
“I don’t think you’ll need this. It’s just you and me. Now, how about we take this upstairs and order room service.”
“You’re very forward.”
“Just like what I see and know what I want,” he replied. She felt his eyes wander, lingering over her body as he stood, reaching out for her hand. They left the bar, with him escorting her by the elbow. “Just so you can’t run away screaming like a little girl,” he warned, clutching Mercedes tightly, leading her to his room.
“I’ve never done this before,” Mercedes admitted breathlessly as he caressed her neck with feather like kisses as he kicked the door shut.
“Shit,” Adam moaned, eyeing the time. “We’re late picking up the kids.”
“Talk about spoiling the mood.”
“There’ll be other times for role plays Alice or shall I call you Mercedes? Now get your arse up before we have to explain to my mother why we’re late.”
249Written for Siobhan Muir's Thursday Threads over at The weird, the Wild and the Wicked