Les Tales (7 page)

I smiled as I stretched my arms. I had had the best sleep of my life in Ursula's bed.

Ursula's bed.

I quickly remembered that I was in Ursula's bed. The night's escapades started coming back to me, playing like a movie in my head. I had never experienced anything so amazing in my life. I didn't know if it was the age difference that made her such a beast in the sheets or if it was that Ursula was just that bad. I wanted more and hoped for round three this morning.

But I turned over to an empty bed.

I sat up, looked around the room. Her suitcase was gone. I jumped out of the plush bed and ran into the bathroom. Her cosmetics were all gone. I went into the living area, only to see that all traces of Ursula were gone. The room began to spin. She was gone. If it wasn't for the fact that I was standing in a suite I would never be able to afford, I would have thought maybe it was all a dream, after all.

I walked back into the bedroom and began to pick up my clothes. I tried to hold on to the little dignity that I had left, refusing to let the tears forming in my eyes fall. I sat back on my side of the bed.
My side.
Who was I kidding? I didn't have a
side.
I was just the girl who got to sleep with her one night. She probably felt she was doing me a favor, making one lucky fan's dream come true.

I couldn't hold my emotions back. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I regretted the whole thing. Not only did my own woman treat me like I was disposable on a regular basis, but now a person I'd admired since childhood had also made me feel the same way so many in my past made me feel. I continued to cry as I sat there in Ursula's suite, the suite that had erased every trace of her.

I wiped my eyes, wanting to lie back down and erase the whole weekend from my mind. A white card sitting on the nightstand caught my eye. I picked up the hotel stationery and opened it up.

I suddenly felt incredibly dumb. I held on to the card, rereading the words over and over. It wasn't me. She had to catch a flight. She didn't want to wake me out of my sleep, so she just left. This made me feel a little better, yet I still wished things had ended on a different note.

I fell back on the plush pillows on the bed. I put my hands on my stomach and closed my eyes. The night played in my head. I could still feel her touching my skin. I could taste her sweetness in my mouth. I remembered exploring her body, feeling each curve, running my hands through her long black hair. I felt her lips pressed against mine. I felt her breathe her energy into my mouth, rejuvenating my spirit and soul. I could live in those moments forever.

A knock on the door by housekeeping brought me back to reality. This wasn't my room, and I should have been out of here by now. I reluctantly got up out of bed and put my shoes on. I took a final look around the hotel suite. I noticed a single rose still standing in a vase. It had come with the room service she had ordered for us. I smiled as I picked up the rose and smelled it. I would save the rose with the note as a reminder that I didn't dream this whole experience. My wildest dreams were reality, even if it was only for one night.

 

 

Cree felt Les's strong hands pressing against her thighs. She opened her eyes to see him standing over her, completely dressed, wearing a white shirt that hung off his muscles perfectly. His cologne ignited the rest of her senses, as if he were a morning cup of coffee.

“Hey, you,” he whispered in his deep voice.

Cree smiled. It was morning, and she knew she had to have morning breath. She got out of the bed and turned away from him as she picked up her clothes.

“Good morning. I see you had an early start. You could have woken me.” She walked around the suite, looking for the pieces of clothing she was missing.

“I could have, but you just looked so beautiful sleeping, I didn't want to disturb you. I have a meeting, and then I'm heading back to Canada. I didn't want to just leave while you were sleeping.” The statement caused Cree to stop in her tracks. She looked at his chiseled face. He was gorgeous and sweet.

“Well, thank you, but it wouldn't have been a problem. I would have understood. Do I have time to take a shower?”

Les nodded his head. His phone started to ring after Cree disappeared into the bathroom. Suddenly something didn't feel right to Cree. She didn't close the bathroom door all the way and stood there, pressing her ear against the door.

“Hello, sweetie. Oh, it was great. Yeah, I'm headed back today. Yeah. I love you too.”

Cree felt her heart fall out of her chest. She pressed her hand against her mouth, not wanting a sound to come out. She scanned her memory, trying to remember if she had ever read anything about him having a girlfriend or a wife. She knew she hadn't. She was positive about it.

Cree turned the shower on and got it. The hot water hit her face. She took a deep breath. Maybe it was a family member. She wasn't going to jump to conclusions too quickly. She took a quick shower and got dressed.

Les was checking over his bags when she walked into the bedroom. He smiled as he walked over to greet her. Les planted a deep kiss on her lips. She wanted to kiss him back but couldn't. He looked at her with his sexy but serious face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Cree took two steps back. She wanted to yell and ask him who it was that he had told that he loved, but she knew she needed to take a more appropriate approach. If she was wrong, she didn't want to make him think he had just slept with a crazy person.

“Nothing is wrong. I just had an amazing time. I hate that it has to end.”

Les smiled. “You act as though I'm not going to keep in touch.”

“Are you?” Cree's eyes widened. “I mean, because I watch TV, I know how these things usually happen.”

Les let out a chuckle. He stepped toward her and kissed her on her forehead. “This isn't TV, baby.”

“So this isn't a one-night stand, where you head back to meet a wife somewhere?”

This time Les took two steps back. His smile faded, and his face took on the serious expression Cree knew too well from the television shows. “Okay, Cree, I'm going to be honest with you. Sit down.”

Cree took a deep breath as she sat on the side of the bed. She folded her arms, already knowing what was about to happen. Les stood in front of her, rubbing her shoulders.

“Les, do you have a wife?”

“No.”

“You don't?” She stared into his dark eyes.

“No, I am not married. But there is someone.”

Cree tried to stand up, but Les pushed her back on the bed. He held her arms as she attempted to break free of his grasp. She didn't know what she wanted to do. A part of her wanted to break free and run out of the room, but another part of her wanted him to continue to hold her.

“Cree, it's complicated.”

“Complicated? What exactly does that mean?” Cree freed herself, rose from the bed, and took two steps back.

“Exactly what I said. It is complicated, and it's something I'd rather not talk about right now.”

Cree felt the tears forming in her eyes. She tried to keep her eyes open, hoping the tears wouldn't fall.

“Cree, please, don't do that.”

Les reached out to Cree, but she pulled away. She couldn't stop shaking her head. Her fairy tale was shattering in front of her.

“Cree, it's not what you think, and I promise one day, when the time is right, I will talk to you more about it. But I need you to trust me when I say now is not the time. One day, but not today.”

Cree looked at him. She didn't know what she wanted to think. He talked as though they would see each other again.

“So, what . . . ? You want me to be some type of side chick or something?” she said.

Les shook his head. “No, it's nothing like that. I know you are better than that. I would never do that to you.”

The words coming out of his mouth were starting to sound like those of the teacher in the
Peanuts
cartoons. She knew she had to get out of that hotel suite. Les followed her into the living room. Cree searched for one of her shoes, but she couldn't find it. She thought about running out and leaving the shoe behind just like Cinderella. Les grabbed her arm and turned her back around to him.

“Cree, I want us to get to know each other better. I want to know more about you, and I want you to learn more about me. I am not happy where I am, and things can always change if the right woman comes along.”

Cree felt the wall she had erected breaking down. She studied his face for a sign that everything he was saying was total bullshit. He had a woman. Could this situation ever end well for her?

Les pulled his phone out. He scrolled on it and then held it up to her. She saw a picture of herself from the night before attached to her name in his contacts.

“You are saved in my phone, baby. This is not going to be the last time you hear from me. I can guarantee you that.”

Cree wanted to believe it. She had never wanted to believe something so badly in her life. She was staring at the man of her dreams. Not only was he everything she had ever dreamed of, but he had also sexed her unlike anyone before. Now he was standing in front of her, asking to get to know her better.

Cree stepped closer to Les. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. She pressed her lips against his. Les wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as he possibly could. His hands became entangled in her hair as they kissed passion into each other, both with a point to prove. Cree finally forced herself to pull away.

“I'll believe it when I see it.” She pecked him one more time on his lips. Then Cree turned around, picked up her lost shoe, and walked out the door.

Nia woke up to find Kirk still sleeping like a baby next to her. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She took a shower and fixed her hair as best she could with none of her products. She walked out of the bathroom to find Kirk sitting up in bed, flipping through the channels on the TV. She obviously had fallen asleep before him, because she would have definitely remembered him taking his shirt off, exposing his amazing abs and chest.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” She smiled as she walked back over to the bed.

“
Adventure Time
has to be the best cartoon ever created.” Kirk smiled.

“I'd say it's up there, but I'd have to give the best cartoon award to something like
Rugrats
or
Jem.
”

“Jem.” Kirk laughed. “I guess she was kinda cool for a girl's cartoon character.”

They both laughed. Kirk stood up. His pajama pants hung off his body, showing the top of his ass. Nia tried not to drool at the amazing specimen in front of her. She didn't see a piece of fat out of place. She knew it was from the workout regimen he needed to follow for the show. He was cut in all the right places and had a smooth body without a lot of extra body hair. She watched him run his hands through the back of his dirty blond hair. His biceps flexed without him knowing it. Nia's heat was rising, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Kirk turned around to face her.

“I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick. I have an interview to do with Les before we catch our flights back to Canada. But I'm gonna get you back to your room.”

“Oh, Kirk, you don't have to worry about that. I can make it back to my room.”

Kirk stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. “No, I think I should make sure you make it back.”

“Kirk, this is my city. I should probably make sure you make it where you need to be before you do that for me.” They both laughed.

Kirk walked over to Nia and gave her a big hug. Nia didn't want to let go.

“You are an amazing chick, Nia. But I think I've said that a few times now.” Kirk smiled.

Nia just smiled. She wanted to say more. She wanted to tell him to take her right there on the bed, but she knew it wasn't right. She had had a great night, and she wasn't going to risk messing it up because she couldn't get her hormones in check.

“Well, let me get out of your hair. I had a great night, Kirk. Thanks for everything.” Nia smiled at him again.

“No.” Kirk held Nia's hands. He stared into her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for everything. It truly was an amazing night.” He kissed her on her forehead.

Nia wanted to scream, but she just continued to smile. She walked toward the door to the suite. She stopped when she heard Kirk call her name. Nia smiled once more, hoping he was about to walk around the corner, rush up to her, and take her in his arms. Kirk appeared in the living room.

“Text me and let me know you made it back safely,” he said.