Three Thousand Miles To You(43)
“Are you started with that again, please if you don’t stop saying that, I will kill you and not the people that are chasing us.”
“Wow! Words of anger, I haven’t seen this side to you before, it’s sexy.” I roll my eyes, “Ha,” I let out a laugh and Adrian and I get into the cab.
The hotel is charming from the outside with its brownstone walls and white pillars. The door attendant is dressed in a white and black suit and is extra friendly. The lobby is something quite spectacular, with its wide hallways and lashings of flower arrangements. The woman behind the desk is also extra friendly; she welcomes Adrian as if he is royalty. With a smart skirt suit on and her dark hair in a perfect bun, I cannot help but feel underdressed, in my skinny jeans and flats, my hair looks like a bird has tried to make a nest in it. I smooth myself out as the bellman takes my bag from Adrian, and shows us the way. The room that Adrian has booked is frankly the best room in the hotel. It has four bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a living area the size of my whole house in the Hamptons. There are marble floors and a fireplace that is so large; it takes up half the back wall. I lay my handbag down, on one of the many sofas in the huge over the top room.
“Alanna, I will show you to your room, come with me.”
He leads me along the hallway, which is full with flowers and soft-lit glowing candles. Elegant paintings hang on the wood lined walls, and I gasp as gaze upon the spectacular surroundings. The room that Adrian has given me is amazing, with a massive four-poster super king bed that stands in the middle of the floor. A massive flat screen TV mounted on the wall, and the furnishings are elegant too.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect, but where are you sleeping?”
“I will be in the next room; I will give you a few minutes to settle, shall I order some food?”
“Yes that sounds good, I will have a quick shower,” I do not why I told him that, why should he care if I shower or not. My face flashes a little red and I say.
“I won’t be long.”
I close the door and flop myself down onto the bed. What will I do? He is too perfect. I focus my mind back to the way his face looked when I first opened my eyes. I could not believe that he was here, however I cannot help but think of Sophie, I really do not understand why she is acting the way she is. Why, will she not just be happy for me? After everything, I did for her, during her break up with Chace; I really feel that she owes it to me, to give Adrian a chance. I shake off the feeling of annoyance I have, and put the Sophie drama out of my mind I do not want to ruin this time I have with Adrian, thinking about Sophie and her games. Once I have my shower, I start on what I am going to wear tonight. I rummage through my bags until I find my white and black striped maxi dress, which is comfortable and quite flattering. I let my hair hang loose and apply some lip-gloss. I take a deep breath, walk over to door, I sigh and cannot believe that Adrian is on the other side of this door. I walk ever so slowly into the lounge area I do not really want to bring notice to myself to soon, as I want to bask in this moment.
I see Adrian sitting at the dining table with a glass of water; he looks so breathtaking that I have to take a moment, to look at him. He has changed out of his black suit, and I realize that this is the first time I have seen him dressed so casually. He now has on, a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a massive gold Rolex; he has swapped his suit trousers for a pair of dark blue jeans. He looks to me as I start to walk over; he pulls out a chair for me when I finally reach him. He takes my hand and kisses it gently. I take the seat and he sits opposite me at the grand dining table.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat, so I ordered one of everything,” he points to the massive silver trays that lie before us. I take of one of the lids to see a lobster; I immediately place the lid back on.
“Don’t you like lobster?”
“Not really,” I say shyly.
“Okay then, what do you like?”
“I eat healthily, salads and that type of stuff.”
“You can’t survive on that, here have some steak,” he lifts off another lid and takes out two steaks, he places one my plate and one his. “Now would you like some potatoes?” “I guess so,” I say and he hands a huge platter filled with potatoes and vegetables of every kind.
“Are you enjoying the food Alanna?”
“Yes it’s wonderful, Adrian everything is perfect.” I place my hand on his, and I feel him pull away a little. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, would you excuse me a minute?”
“Okay,” I say feeling a little rejected. I cannot help but wonder if I offend him maybe, I took things too far, what if he only wants to be friends? A million things are going round in my head.