Love From the Hotel Lobby

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Nathan

I was lazily walking around the hotel, trying to distract myself from the anger that seemed to be smoldering in my chest. Even today I have not been able to get rid of my mother's reproaches and the pressure she puts on me to get married. He thinks I'm too old to still be a bachelor, but he doesn't want to accept under any circumstances that I will only get married when I find the woman who will flood my mind and heart at first sight!

Just walking around the hotel can relax me, because this is where my life is and all the dedication I put into bringing it to the prestigious level it is now. Nobody knows I'm the owner. I like to stay in the shadows and work like any other employee, to be in the heart of the events and the people who work for me.

Struggling with my mother's sharp words still ringing in my ears, I was distracted by a plaintive voice coming from my left. At the other end of the hall, where the sound was coming from, I could vaguely see a white, agitated figure. She looked like a woman who wanted to tear her dress off her. Wedding dress?!!?

I hastened my steps towards her, thinking that she was probably not feeling well and needed help. He seemed to be gasping for air… he just seemed to! And I didn't know what I was really heading for, but I was going to find out very soon!

When I reached her, I leaned down enough to whisper to her, so as not to scare her. But my approach seemed to lock her in her trance. And when he met mine it was…. It was something I can't express or explain! It was that spark I'd been looking for since I was old enough to settle down. I just never found it and stopped believing that what I was looking for could really exist. But now?!

“Madam…are you alright?” I don't know why my voice sounded so weak and shaky. Where did these emotions come from in me?

She was stuck staring into my eyes. Something inside me whispers that we are in the same boat and share the same sparks.

"Physically, I'm fine. Mental? I don't want to go into details…” she replied weakly, still stuck in my analysis. It's just that her look could say more than a thousand words. He was devouring me with his gaze, without realizing it. And that brought my junior into the story. It certainly wasn't time for him to wake up now and give me a fork! It's a good thing that the hotel lobby isn't very bright and maybe they don't notice the protrusion in my uniform pants.

I held out my hand to her, hoping that she would want to stand up and gather herself from the pain she was obviously carrying heavy in her soul and on her fine shoulders.

"How can I help you? Maybe a coffee? A glass of water? There is a spare room next door. I think a shower would also help. If you want to talk, vent your anger, I'm here to listen, but I don't insist if you don't feel comfortable telling….” to become so talkative all of a sudden?!

She looked at my hand that was waiting for hers, then moved her gaze to my eyes, gradually moving down to my lips, chest, arms and down to my shoes. I think he noticed the junior's stretch as well, because on the way back to my gaze he locked with wide eyes where the zipper of his pants looked like he was going to explode.

Oh my God! How embarrassing?!

And I, who really hoped to go unnoticed with my erection…