Page 55 of Beautiful Deceit
Finally, Brian speaks, “Are you sure you don’t mine me staying here Samantha? I can find another place no problem." He runs his hand over his bald head.
I turn and give him a gentle smile, “I’m positive. Rita would want you here. I just haven’t been here in a while. Brings back memories, that’s all.” Beau walks over and runs his hand over my back slowly.
I feel uncomfortable with all the emotions bubbling up. I want to cling to him.
Instead, I turn to Brain, “I think I'll go see if I can I find the manager. May I have your ID so they can make a copy?"
Beau must realize I need a few minutes to myself and says, "Brian, give her your licenses, and let's look around."
After collecting it, I walk back out to the elevator. When I reach the front desk, the same woman from before is standing next to a slightly older woman in a black pant suit, both of their heads turn in my direction when the doors open.
I walk over to the desk and inquire, "Are you the manager?"
"No, I'm sorry—Ms. West, is it?” She rounds the desk and reaches out a hand, giving me a firm handshake. “He’s not in on Saturdays. I’m Gloria. I'd be happy to assist you and your guests in anyway." She looks over my shoulder, like Beau will materialize any moment. The younger women must have told her about him being here.
"Here is my guest’s license, he will be staying here for some time. He may add laundry or maid service, but I'm not sure yet. I would also like to leave a message for the manager to call me when he returns." I leave my work and cell numbers on a small white paper, and the older of the two woman promises he'll receive it promptly on Monday morning. I do it partially to keep up my ruse, but I also find myself wanting to talk about the lack of professionalism of these two employees. Beau can’t be the only person of note to walk into their lobby.
The elevators ding open just as I'm finishing up.
I hear both women gasp and the younger whispers, "See, it really is him." I know from her quick comment, who's behind me without looking. I flush, seeing her awed expression, and it makes me jealous that this pretty girl is so smitten with him. The older woman wastes no time rounding the desk, swaying over to Beau. He has barely stepped off the elevator when she moves right in front of him, blocking his way.
"Mr. Huntington, we are so happy to have you with us. I can assure you, your time here will be held in discreet confidence,” she puffs out her chest a bit. “I will personally see to anything needed during your stay." She smiles up at him and wraps her fingers over his hand in a forced handshake.
Beau looks at me. I can see the question in his eyes.
"I'm staying here?" He asks like it's news to him.
I roll my eyes, "I gave them Brian’s ID.” I’m a little annoyed at their insistence. “They don’t seem to have noticed the difference between you and Brian.” Both women turn to me, giving me their undivided attention for the first time since I entered the building.
Gloria turns to Beau, “I can assure you—” she is cut off as Beau ignores her and comes over to me, kissing me quickly on the temple.
He wraps an arm around my back then says, "My sweet Sammy." He then whispers, "You're being sassy." He chuckles.
"You ready?" I ask.
"I'll need to return this to Brian," Beau takes the card from my hand, and turns his green eyes to the woman still standing near the elevator. He rumbles in a deep voice that comes very close to the voice I've had the pleasure of hearing when he's aroused. He says, "Would you mind doing me a favor?" She nods and her eyes glaze a bit, making me want to stomp on his toes. The bastard is using his charm,"Would you take this up to my friend? I'd really appreciate it." He makes it sounds like he'd be willing to offer her anything in return for the simple request.
I want to kick him.
"Jackass," I mutter under my breath but loud enough for him to hear. He's still got an arm wrapped around me, with his eyes still on Gloria, his smile lifts at one corner, just the tiniest bit.
Chapter 16
I'm rushing through City Chic looking for a robe. I tried to convince Beau to go grab a coffee and even tried to send him into a big-name bookstore so he wouldn't follow me in the store. Nothing worked, he insisted. Now, I am dashing through the lingerie department of my favorite store with a movie star trailing behind me.
I've seen at least three new bras that I'd already have if he wasn't with me.
I finally settle on two robes. One is short, silky and purple, the other is long fuzzy gray cashmere. He looks at both choices and smiles. I look back once more at the blush pink strappy bra that has thin double straps over the shoulder with a Demi cup and two more thin straps crossing over the top of the breast and dips to the low plunging center. It almost looks like jewelry. I need it. I've convinced myself that if I don't get it now, it'll be gone. I'll never see it again.
I look over at him, "I just have to check." I rush to the rack hoping to find one in my size. I'm in luck, but now the dark gray balconette with the white satin piping has caught my eye. I need that one too.
Abandoning Beau, I look at every rack making sure I'm not missing anything. I hastily grab a few cheeky panties that will match. I look over and see Beau standing, staring at me while holding my two robes. My own arms are full with at least six new bras. I don't even remember handing over the robes to him.
"I looked in your closet, you know? Admitting you have a problem is the first step." His smile is huge. I almost put them all back. I do have a problem, but there are much worse problems than having a slight underwear addiction. There's really not much better than new bras and panties, and they make me feel good.
I squint my eyes while holding my loot protectively, "Yes, I like pretty lingerie. But it wasn't always easy finding beautiful bras and panties that fit me, and it could be worse." I keep my head high as I pass him, snatching the robs from his hands as I walk up to the counter.
The attendant is a six-foot-two bombshell. Moxy is the name she goes by. She greets me with vigor just like always as I place my haul on the counter. She gives me a sly smile, then looks over my shoulder to Beau.
