Falling For Sue Ellen
When I step back out to the desk, I forget how to breathe. The hottest man I have ever, ever seen is standing there still ringing the bell. I place my hand over his to stop the ringing, but he hasn’t taken his gaze off of me. I can feel him looking into my soul and crazily, I am hoping he likes what he sees, even though I look dead. I swallow thickly. I, on the other hand, am loving what I am seeing. He just has on a pair of grey sweatpants and a thin white t-shirt. His hair is dripping wet. He doesn’t look happy, but I watch as his face softens a bit.
“Are you the manager?” he asks.
“I am. How can I help you?” I reply, remembering how to have a conversation.
“We checked in yesterday, and we have no hot water,” he says. When he says we, I glance at his left hand. He’s ringless but that doesn’t mean much these days.
“We?” I blurt out in curiosity. He grins.
“My buddies and I came out for some skiing.”
“Ah, a boy’s trip. Leave the wife and kids home kind of thing?” I ask, internally wondering what the fuck is wrong with me right now. I am usually a semi confident woman, so I don’t understand what’s happening to me or my body right now. It’s totally betraying me. My pussy is wet, and my nipples hardened as soon as he spoke.
“Not at all. We are currently enjoying the bachelor life,” he responds. I stare at him for a few minutes until he clears his throat.
“Oh, right. Your hot water isn’t working. I can get maintenance up to your suite within twenty minutes. Is that good?”
“Sure. I’m Elliott Cole. Room 937. You are?”
“Sue Ellen. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say somehow managing to lower my voice about two octaves. His eyes widen and why wouldn’t they? I sound like a phone sex operator. Or at least what I think a phone sex operator sounds like.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Sue Ellen,” he says grinning at me. “Twenty minutes sounds good.” I type the maintenance order into the system and send it on its way.
“Ya know, I have a shower at my place,” I say out of nowhere.
“Do you now?” he asks raising an eyebrow at me.
I don’t know what a virgin like me is thinking. He’s all man. That beard is turning my insides into mush. I don’t believe in being so forward with a man, but I feel like if I don’t take the chance, I’ll miss out on maybe the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
Chapter Two
Elliott Cole
When I came down here from my room, I was pissed. This is supposed to be a luxury resort and at $210 a night, I should have hot water, but that anger passed the moment I saw her. She came around the corner and my world slowed to a stop. Her floral perfume has ensnared my senses and the rest of the package, though slightly disheveled, is absolutely gorgeous. Her blonde hair is piled high on the top of her head. My fingers itch to pull it down and see just how long and soft it is. Then she opened her mouth and her sultry voice clenched it for me. She is the woman I’ve been waiting for my whole life. Without knowing a fucking thing about her, I know without a shadow of a doubt that she’s mine. She was born for me just as I was born for her.
“Where’s your place,” I ask, still grinning.
“Around back. I have a cabin on site.”
“That’s a nice job perk,” I say causing her to giggle.
“Yes, it’s really a perk of being the owner’s daughter, but it’s a nice cabin,” she says leading me out the back door. It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here and I left my coat in my room.
“Shit, you must be freezing,” she says starting to sprint, I move faster to keep up with her. It’s then that I notice she is wearing a well-worn pair of Birkenstocks, as they are clapping the ground as she walks.
“Are you really wearing sandals in this weather?” I ask.
“Huh?” she asks looking down. “Oh shit. Well, I am just coming off a twenty-six-hour shift. I forgot my boots in my office. Oh well. We are here.”
The side of the cabin looks like a normal cabin. The front door, however, is inundated with a plethora of wind chimes. But that’s just the beginning. When she lets me inside, I am not prepared for anything I see. Multi-colored crystals cover every available surface. There’s also the overwhelming scent of marijuana, which makes sense as this is Colorado and she is clearly a hippie. I haven’t touched the stuff since college, but that scent is unmistakable. I grin. The more my eyes take in her space, the more I want her to be mine. She takes her shoes off at the door, so I follow suit and add my own to the giant basket by the front door.