BRIGHT

chapter three

★unedited★

Yes, I chickened out of a situation I was slowly losing control of…. That’s if I had control of it in the first place…… and now am on the wrong floor….pathetic I know…. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a sign as I took a look at my surroundings and judging by the door numbering am probably on the second floor…. How wonderful….. my suite is on the 6th floor and there is no way in hell that am going to get myself all sweaty and sticky walking up a bunch of stairs just because I don’t want to run into some guy …. What the f**k am I? ..15?!?... Hell No.

After about 20 minutes of a stalling reassuring pep talk, I walked up to the elevator , pressed the button and recited a short prayer hoping no familiar face appears before those closed doors but truth be told, I would honestly be lying to myself if I said a tiny part of me wasn’t really hoping otherwise.

Right on cue the doors open and surprisingly to my dismay, the elevator is empty. Signing of both relief and disappointment, I walk straight in and lean my back against the wall adjacent to the closing doors and finally let gravity take it’s curse on me, sliding down the elevator wall , I take a sit on it’s soft red carpet flooring close my eyes and try to force on getting a moment to think about anything but him and his perfect lips, body, hair, eyes, nose, smell ..oh Lord his smell……….. but yet again I successfully fail.

“what’s happening to me?” I lightly whisper to myself ….. never in my life have I ever felt this way not even with Adam...and don’t get me wrong am no virgin but it’s like my body ,soul and mind are uncoordinated. On one hand my mind is telling me this is completely ridiculous and probably nothing more than lust but then on the other hand my body and soul are saying something completely different that even I can’t interpret .…… this is all so confusing…

“ Everything okay?”

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest at the sound of someone in the elevator with me. Quickly opening my eyes, I snap my head to the direction of the voice and to my surprise, it’s one of the men that was in the elevator earlier on ..….perfect…. just perfect.

Casually dressed in a dark blue t-shirt that perfectly fits his muscles paired with black jeans and standing at 6 foot 4 maybe 5? , green eyes , dark brown hair that can easily be mistaken for back. Long story short he’s drop dead gorgeous… how did I not notice him standing there this entire time?!

“Yes,” I quickly reply getting to my feet and trying to regain my once lost composure.

“Am Jake by the way.” He says trying to make a conversation I presume.

“Bright.” I respond letting the awkward silence engulf the elevator once more acting like I wasn’t sitting on the floor a few minutes ago talking to myself like a complete crazy person.

“ So what floor, Bright?” he speaks up after about five minutes of more awkward silence.

“ What?”

“ You do know the elevator’s not going anywhere until you tap your floor number, …right?” he asks with a brow slightly lifted and amusement written allover his face … jerk.

“Right …6th floor.” I respond with the straightest face I can manage to plaster doing my best not to let the embarrassment creep up my cheeks.

“ So what brings you by, Miss Bright?” he asks tapping my floor number causing the elevator to finally ascend.

Well not that it’s any of his business but I chose to respond since he seems like a nice person plus what better than a conversation to cover up my shame.

“ Am here to see a friend. You? ” I reply choosing not to give unnecessary information like names or reasons… there’s nothing wrong with being precautious…

“ Well for starters I don’t live to far from here and I was here for pleasure.” He response putting a lot of emphasis on the word ‘was’.

“ was?” I ask turning to face him with a raised brow.

“ Yes, was, but someone came up.” he says slowly tilting his head to meet my gaze with a side glance and another knowing smile then quickly looks away.

Alright then.

I node once in response to what ever that meant as the elevator comes to a halt on the 6th floor and the doors open with a ding sound.

“Well this is my stop. Nice meeting you Jake.” and with that I offer him a small smile which he returns and I walk straight out of the elevator....

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Finding my suite didn't take as long as I thought thanks to the floor being divided into different sections. Some of which have what look to be conference and meeting rooms. Though I must admit the presence of 5 doors in the hotel suite section was big help.

Shutting the door behind me, I decide to take a little self tour of the suite and I must say it’s quite the sighting.

A light grey L shaped sofa-set with cute fluffy white pillows sat in the middle of the cream carpeted floor with three one seat sofas surrounding it. a beautiful low glass table was placed in front of them with a breathtaking glass vase that held lilies. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling reflecting its light onto the remote-controlled grey colored curtains that covered the giant floor to ceiling glass window which gave a breath taking view of the outsides. A fully equipped kitchen, dining table and mini bar are also present at the other half of the space not occupied by the sitting area.

Walking up the spotless glass staircase that led to what I assume is the master bedroom , I made my way through a short corridor that held gorgeous black and white art pieces on it's walls. Once at the end of the corridor I opened the white over sized door and it indeed led to the master bedroom with a sitting area being the first sighting on entry.

A queen size bed with a ridiculous amount of pillows that am bound to kick off when going to bed occupied the other half of the room. a large flat screen television just like the one down stairs hung from the wall opposite the bed. A cute office table paced at the extreme corner of the room with an adorable light pink desk lamp put a smile on my face.....leave it to my assistant Jexie to Know just what I need.... The room also has two other doors with one leading to the bathroom and another to the walk in closet.

Well it now makes sense why there are only five doors in this suite section....the place is more of a mini mansion than a suite ....and extremely over the top for a 5 day stay...but I guess comfort is key...

With a large floor to ceiling mirror separating the doors leading to the bathroom and closet, I stand before it and take in my appearance and it then sinks in that changing out if the office pants suit I wore to the meeting I had early morning completely slipped my mind.

I could kick my self for letting something this important slip my mind.

By no means am I a socialite and with a status such as myself, maintaining a low profile gets quit challenging with the press continuously breathing down your neck for any personal information there curious claws can grasp , I wouldn't put it past them to be under my bed right now, though am doubtful of someone actually noticing me , I take a mental note to be more cautious. Just in case.

Besides the only time I came in contact with people was during my very interesting elevator rides and something tells me they are not really the type to be into the whole magazine and gossip thing...... And just like a lost love sick puppy ,at the thought of the elevator my maid automatically trails back to him.....

Placing my handbag on my bed, I walk straight into the bathroom for a very much needed shower hopefully my memory of the last hour or so will be washed clean.

but little did I know that my day was just beginning.

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