Breaking His Dancer

chapter three

Felicity had begged her to come stay with her and her husband for a few days, at least until they had more information, but Sammy had wanted to be alone with her son for a while. She knew that being with people would be a safer option. There was less likelihood that her stalker would go breaking into someone's house when there was more than just her and her son. But she couldn't take much more of people fretting over her. She just wanted a nice long soak in a tub, and to sleep in a place where nobody could find her. To feel safe and anonymous for the first time in months.

With a moment finally alone, Sammy left her son to pack a suitcase and wandered back into the wreck that was her room. She stifled a sob at the state of her things, strengthening her resolve. She was here to tape a plastic bag over the window, which she did promptly, and to pack a bag to take to the hotel.

She rummaged through the random piles of her things strewn all over the room, finding a few decent looking clean outfits; a few blouses, two jackets, two pairs of heels, and two skirts all intended for work. She packed toiletries from the bathroom, and with a few odds and ends here and there, they were ready to go.

She had already made the decision to keep her son home from school for a few days. He should be safe enough at the office with her. Her boy could charm the pants off of clients during viewings, as well as the secretary.

With their bags packed, they headed out to the car, senses on high alert as they loaded their things up. She took a quick moment to relax once they were locked safely inside her car. She started the engine, secured their seatbelts, and drove off into the night.

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She thought she could hide from him. How dare she! He would find his dancer wherever she went. He would never give up, never stop hunting her. She would be his.

He had followed her from a distance as she drove to the hotel. He hadn't even put a great deal of effort into concealing his presence. The stupid slut was just too dumb to notice him following her. He waited until she had gone inside, before heading into the lobby himself.

He was, by all accounts, a very handsome man. Striking blue eyes and a chiseled face lent him a very “boy next door” sort of charm. It was this charm that he used on the woman standing behind the desk. He put on a sweet smile, making sure to give his voice just a hint of that down home southern drawl that made the women swoon.

“Excuse me, dear. My girlfriend is staying at this hotel for the night. She’s had such a terrible week, she got evicted from her apartment this morning and the poor girl is stuck staying here with her son. I’d really love the opportunity to surprise her with flowers. Can I find which room she is in, by chance?” He beamed at the receptionist, looking as innocent as possible. “Surely, a beautiful woman like you can understand how she might be feeling.”

The woman blushed, looking down slightly. “I’d love to help you sir, but I’m not supposed to be giving that sort of information away. Especially not to a stranger.”

He chuckled. “Of course not, love. I understand completely. But surely you must be able to help me in some way?” He pulled out a photo of his dancer, showing it to the woman. “This is her. Her name is Sammy, and she is the sweetest lady I’ve ever met. I just want to cheer her up.”

The secretary smiled again, and let out a long sigh. “I just saw her come in not too long ago. She did look like she was having a terrible day. I guess letting you know what room she’s in wouldn't hurt. We have really good security around here anyways.” She looked down at her computer for a moment. “She’s in room two-one-six. But remember, you didn't hear it from me.” She winked at him, and he gave her an award winning smile.

“Thanks doll,” he drawled as he turned and walked out of the hotel.

He returned to his home, satisfied with the information he had. His mind was teeming with ideas of what he would do with his girl once he had her. There were so many delicious possibilities, so many ways for him to make her his. Soon she would be. But for now he needed to blow off some steam. It had been entirely too long since he had been with someone, and that secretary at the hotel looked like she would be a screamer. He smiled to himself as he began planning out his night, starting with returning to the hotel and making that secretary his.

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The hotel was a small, moderately priced place near the heart of their small town. There was twenty-four hour security surveillance as well as cameras in all the hallways and lobbies. Things she had specifically checked for before booking a room. The outside of the hotel itself was unassuming. Made up of three stories, it was painted in a neutral whitish-gray tone. Windows lined the front, neatly lined atop each other. The front lawn was well trimmed, but lacked vibrancy. Decorated with simple leafy plants, and gravel as a ground cover. The inside was very much the same, smelling strongly of cleaning chemicals. At the very least she knew that the hotel was sanitary.

The room itself was rather small, two twin beds sat in the middle of the room. A mini fridge in between them and nightstands to either side. The walls were a warm tan color, complemented by the dark brown curtains that hung over the single window in the center of the wall. Across from their two beds was a tv, sitting atop an old, well used, dresser. Maybe the room wasn't the most opulent, but it was safe, secure, and even cozy. For the first time in days, Sammy felt a sliver of hope as she took in her new home.

The first thing they did once they arrived was take turns in the shower. Sammy had Jeremy go first, concerned that he would catch a cold in his soggy wet clothes. Once he was finished, she had him all tucked in bed, and the room locked up tight, she unwound with a warm bubble bath. The mini fridge was stocked full with wine, and between about five or so of those mini bottles, and the warmth and lavender scented bubbles, she could feel the tension finally melt away from her body.

How had everything in her life become so screwed up? And who was this guy who was so obsessed with her? More than anything she just wanted to be left in peace. Her childhood had been chaos and sadness, her adulthood beginning with much of the same. Fame had a way of changing people, and sometimes not for the better. She didn't want her son to grow up knowing the same hurt that she had. She had picked the house furthest towards the edge of town, barely on the outskirts of civilization, in an attempt to give herself and her son privacy from the mania that was the world. Her dancing days were long over, all she wanted was to raise her son and be happy. Something she couldn't do while this maniac still haunted her.

Her thoughts continued to swirl in a jagged and confusing pattern, the water in her tub having gone cold long ago. It wasn't until she noticed that her fingers had begun to prune that she pulled herself from her thoughts and sent herself to bed. A long sleep, in a bed that she felt somewhat safe in, was the best type of medicine. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.