BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 1

Miss Sexatary woke up in her taxi when it came to a halt in front of the hotel. She yawned looking through her large canvas handbag for her purse. She paid the driver and climbed out of the taxi on to the sidewalk. The cool winter wind blasted her on the street and she shivered. Long after the taxidriver had manhandled her luggage onto the street and sped away back into the evening traffic she stood there smoking a cigarette and watching the silently falling snow. She was in no hurry to go in and sit in a boring & impersonal hotelroom for the rest of the evening.
Damn business trips, she thought frowning to herself and threw her cigarette on to the snow on the street. She looked up at the black sky peeking between the high rise buildings ans snow flakes sighing, all these midsize cities all over the world looked the same, how dull. All she wished was that she could have seen the stars... The falling snow melted on her face and she closed her eyes.
"Miss?", a passing old man stopped next to her and touched her arm lightly. "You ok Miss?", he asked again when she turned to look at him smiling. Miss Sexatary nodded and the old man walked away shaking his head. Breathing the cold air deeply once more Miss Sexatary gathered her luggage and stepped inside the hotel lobby. The lobby was warm and grand. Walking accross the stone floor her high heels tapped a rythym for her hips to sway in. There were large mirrors everywhere and she could see herself in them. Her blond hair hung loose on her back and her fitted black coat left her legs bare from the knee down. Considering the long flight and the hour she thought she looked surprisingly human.
The lobby was crowded with people coming and going, looking busy. Standing by the reception desk she looked around. The seating area was filled with antique leather couches and stacks of international newspapers. There were huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the whole hotel seemed to be trying to look very Old World. She could smell cigar smoke and a mixture of expensive parfumes and after shaves. High class, she giggled inside her and rang the funny little bell on the reception desk. The funny little bell was answered by a beautiful, young woman. She had a sweet accent to her english: "May I help you, Miss?". Miss Sexatary gave her reservation details to the woman and waited watching her. She had long blond hair and lovely lips. Her name tag said "Nikoletta". "You have a lovely name...!", Miss Sexatary smiled when the young woman handed the keycard to her.
Turning to find the elevators Miss Sexatary though she saw something familiar accross the lobby. A tall figure with dark shaven head disappeared from view fast just as it had appeared. Standing still she could feel her heart doing a little dance... It couldn´t be... It was simply not possible...!
Shaking her head and laughing to herself she picked up her luggage and headed for the elevator. As if by magic the elevator doors opened for her as she reached them. She set her luggage down on the floor of the elevator and pressed 10. The doors started to close slowly and Miss Sexatary closed her eyes leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
"Hold the elevator...!", a male voice called from outside and startled she reached to push the button opening the doors. The doors started to open again and Mr.Bossman rushed in. Without as much as a glance to her direction, he reached to press the number 10. "Oh, we´re going to the right floor anyway..:", he laughed breathing heavily from rushing to the elevator. Miss Sexatary could hardly breath. She stared at the familiar frame in front of her and the back she knew so well. She could smell his scent filling the elevator. How was this possible...? Mr.Bossman was supposed to be in Australia for fucks sake...! He had gotten a sudden transfer half a year ago and the company had refused to transfer Miss Sexatary with him to Australia although he had apparently put in a request for it. As a result, someone from the advertising department had been promoted to fill Mr.Bossman´s shoes and few steps down the line Miss Sexatary had been offered a spot on one of the PR teams. She had accepted, pleased for the offer but miserably disappointed about Mr.Bossman´s transfer. But all that had happened over a half a year ago and although they had been in touch via e-mail at first, it had just sort of stopped after a while. Miss Sexatary didn´t know what to say. She was almost too scared to breath. Although she wanted Mr.Bossman to turn around and notice her, she was also scared that he actually would...! He had propably moved on and forgotten all about her anyway!
"Umm, is that Gucci´s Envy parfum you are wearing?", Mr.Bossman asked turning his head just slightly to let her know it was her he was talking to. On his left temple she saw the familiar mole she loved. Before she managed to answer him, he continued: "I used to know someone who wore it all the time... I think I even got it for her for christmas one year!". Mr.Bossman turned to face the doors again and laughed to his memories. "Sorry, didn´t mean to bother you...", Mr.Bossman turned around apologetic but his voice trailed off. His beautiful face was a picture when he realised it was her. Miss Sexatary swallowed hard and tried desperatelly to think of something clever to say. All she could manage was a meek: "Hey...".
Mr.Bossman sighed not quite believing his eyes. He reached out his hand and took hold of hers. He could feel her hand tremble, her fingers were ice cold. Concentrating on her fingers he lifted them to his lips and blew on them. "Your hands are still so cold...", he mumbled against her fingers making her shiver. His warm breath felt lovely and Miss Sexatary felt like her legs would give away from underneath her. She stared at him blowing warm air to her freezing fingers. He had drops of water on his long chocolate brown wool coat from the melting snowflakes and his ears were still red from the winter breeze blowing in the streets.
The elevator stopped with a gentle jolt and the doors opened with a quiet sound of a bell. Mr.Bossman picked up Miss Sexatary´s luggage from the floor and pulled her out of the elevator by her hand. Not knowing what to say, they stood in the dimly lit corridor holding hands and looking at each other.
Finally Miss Sexatary sqeezed Mr.Bossman´s hand slightly: "It was..umm... nice to see you again Mr.Bossman. I wasn´t expecting to bumb into you here...". Pulling her hand away gently she reached to take her luggage from him. Her heart beated fast and she felt blood rushing to her cheeks. Mr.Bossman frowned. "I´m here for the conference Miss Sexy... "Nice" to meet you? Is that all?".It was only him that ever called her that... His stare felt like fingers touching her. She sighed a little feeling the old shiver up her spine like she always did with him. He took a step closer to her still not letting her take the luggage from him. She felt his breaths on her and she found it hard to concentrate.
"Mr.Bossman...", she was pleading with him. She hated that she felt so powerless with him, like nothing had changed in the half a year apart. Again Mr.Bossman stepped closer to her, silent. He set the luggage down on the floor and slipped his arm around her waist. Pulling her against him like she weighed nothing, he made her cry out a little.
"Shhhhhhhh...", his mouth was so close to her now and his arm was so strong and she felt a tingle in her bones and a thousand butterflies going insane in her tummy. She touched his chest with her hands and tried to avoid his stare. Finally he managed to catch her eyes: "Hello". His voice was low and quiet. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and let his thumb brush against her parted lips.