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Sarah stopped at the front desk and leaned over to whisper to the older man that was clearly the desk clerk.
“My friend and I might get a little loud. His new…situation and all, not to mention Jen. If any of the guests ask, it is emergency maintenance on the master suite. Please offer them a discount, free breakfast, whatever it takes,” Sarah said then stepped away from the desk.
“Yes, Miss Sandleton,” the older man replied respectfully.
“How did we not know?!” Sarah asked, her voice getting louder and more agitated.
“I have no idea, miss. There was no chatter. It had to be Sariel.” The desk clerk seemed scared as he replied.
Sarah took a few steps into the middle of the room, next to one of the enormous marble columns.
“I FUCKING KNOW IT WAS SARIEL!” Sarah yelled as she put her hand through the marble pillar. The sound was like a shotgun being fired in a small empty room. Marks eardrums felt like they were going to burst. Sarah pulled her fist from the pillar and shook the blood covered marble chips off then turned to the clerk.
“Sorry, I’m not taking Jen’s death as well as I’d like,” Sarah apologized. “I’ll call someone to come fix that tomorrow. It wasn’t load-bearing so it should be fine.”
“I understand Miss Sandleton, if you need anything please let me know.” The clerk seemed more at ease now. He was probably glad Sarah took her anger out on the pillar instead of him, Mark reasoned.
Before Mark realized it, Sarah was half way across the intricately decorated room. Mark hurried to catch up but his attention was divided between looking at the beautiful marble pillars, the intricately decorated floor and tables in the entry room of the hotel. Then there was the stunningly beautiful woman leading him. Mark could not take his eyes off her. Sarah opened then closed her hand a few times and a few more flecks of Marble fell to the floor. Mark was awestruck by the speed at which Sarah’s wounds healed. Before they had left the entry room all of the cuts on Sarah’s hand were almost completely gone.
Mark continued to follow Sarah, down the hall and up a few flights of stairs to the floor where the rich patrons stayed. This floor had only a few doors because the size of each room was nearly three times that of the rooms on the lower floors. What the hell was going on? Sarah Sandleton? Just then Mark realized that he had actually never asked Sarah what her last name was. He had never bothered to find out, she was just Sarah.
“Are you Roger’s daughter or something?” Mark asked sheepishly.
“Oh my, no. I’ll explain everything when we’re in the room. Don’t want anyone to overhear us.” Sarah turned around and bent over a little while putting her index finger to her mouth. With a childish grin on her face she whispered. “They might think we’re crazy.”
When Sarah bent over Mark couldn’t help but look down her shirt. He felt guilty about it afterward but he just couldn’t help himself. Yep, again, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Why did he keep doing this to himself? He couldn’t have Sarah even if he wanted to. His wife had just died and Sarah was, well, she was Sarah. His best friend, Jen’s best friend, Katie’s best friend. Thinking like this would only hurt everyone, he had to stop but he just couldn’t.
Mark continued to follow Sarah down the hall to the large double doors at the end. No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop watching her ass as she walked in her skin tight, rain soaked jeans, but finally they arrived. He felt relieved and he wasn’t sure if the relief came from the fact that he would finally get some answers or the fact that he might be able to quit looking at Sarah’s stunning body.
When Sarah shut the door behind them she turned to Mark. “Ok, explanation time,” she said as she took off her soaked sweatshirt revealing a soaking wet, white tee-shirt underneath that was nearly see-through.
“Come on, Sarah,” Mark pleaded. His relief turned to guilt again as he stared at Sarah’s gorgeous body through the wet tee-shirt. Her body was absolutely perfect. He wanted to grab her and remove the rest of her soaked clothes then… Mark had to stop this, he couldn’t have Sarah.
“Oh right,” Sarah said as she pulled the shirt over her head and walked toward what Mark assumed was her dresser. “I forgot your aversion to nudity.”
“I don’t have an aversion to nudity, but I’ll find it really difficult to listen to you with your boobs staring me in the face,” Mark said. He needed to act offended when all he really wanted to do was stare at her.
“Boobs…” Sarah laughed.
“What?” Mark asked.
“You could have called them breasts or tits. You sound like a little kid,” Sarah giggled. She was having way too much fun teasing Mark.
“Fine, whatever, please just tell me what the hell is going on,” Mark pleaded. He needed to quit talking about Sarah’s body.
Sarah pulled on a, much t0o large, satin shirt. The shirt was maroon and looked like something she would wear to bed. Afterward she proceeded to pull down her soaking wet jeans along with her bright pink, lacy panties.
