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CHAPTER 2 – THE HOTEL
en minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of a Marriot suites. Pine trees lined the drive leading to the grand lobby entrance, and Avia counted twenty sets of windows, which meant that the hotel had at least that many floors. It looked like a giant towering white skyscraper with the dark red Marriot sign blazing from beyond the top floor.
Avia, Victor, and Stephanie were dropped off at the glass front lobby while Brian parked the car. The three of them walked through the gold trimmed double doors and entered the massive hotel lobby. It was as larger than most residential homes. In fact, it was almost larger than Avia’s first floor.”
Walking over to the ornately carved courtesy counter, she listened to her heels clicking on the white marble floors. Victor had gone to sit down in one of the plush red loungers, while Avia stood beside the woman, hand resting on the counter. She was impressed when Stephanie rented them a suite instead of a regular hotel room.
“Two doubles per room or a Kings?” The clerk asked.
“Kings are fine,” Avia said.
The entire transaction took less than ten minutes, and soon Avia was walking through the lobby towards the reclining Victor with the hotel keycard in her hand. It was Brian who stopped her before she had gotten to her destination. "Did Stephanie already rent you guys the room?" he asked.
“She did,” Avia said and showed him the keycard.
“Great. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He turned and followed Stephanie to the elevators.
"Thanks a lot,” Avia called out behind her as she continued to where Victor was sitting.
“You got the room key?” he asked.
“Yes,” Avia said and motioned for him to stand. She was still soaked to spite being out of the rain for a good forty minutes. “Let’s go. I need a shower and a change of clothes.”
“We don’t have any clothing with us,” Victor said.
Avia paused. Rolling her eyes, she cursed. “I knew we forgot something.”
“It’s still in your Seneca,” Victor said.
“Shit. For some reason, I thought we’d drive back,” Avia said as they entered the elevator. She pulled off her hat to reveal wet tangles of curly red hair. Pushing the button for the 20th floor, she leaned back against the wall. “We can call a department store or something. Have them deliver some clothing?”
“At one in the morning. Avia, nothing is open,” Victor said.
“There has to be something open. I am not spending a night in wet clothes,” she said.
“You know damned well, you wouldn’t spend the night in wet clothes. You’ll get to the room, take a shower and sleep naked,” Victor said.
”What time is it?" She asked.
"Quarter after one,” Victor said as he glanced down at his watch just as the elevator doors opened, granting them access to the top floor.
They stepped off the elevator and walked halfway down the hall before they found their suite. Avia slid the keycard into the reader and opened the door to reveal the interior. She saw two rooms immediately; a front room and a bedroom further back. The carpet was a typical industrial weave in dark blue with lighter colored diamond shapes.
Walking to the center of the room, Avia took inventory of the furniture. The darkly stained dining room table had been polished to a high gloss. She wasn’t fond of the floral arrangement that had been placed on top of it, but it was a nice detail nonetheless.
“We have to order room service while we’re here,” Avia said.
“I’m sure they’ll be happy to bring you breakfast,” he said as he removed his trench coat and hung it in the front closet. His hat, he sat on the shelf above. Victor turned to watch her. “What do you wear? A size two?”
“A two or a three,” Avia said as she pulled off her shoes and tossed them near the door. She threw her hat and coat on the couch before walking into the bathroom.
“I’m billing this to L,” Victor said as he sat on the couch with the local phone book.
“You can’t bill it to L,” Avia said. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
Victor looked in the direction of the bathroom. “Why? I thought he wanted you on this.”
“He got wind Benton was involved,” Avia said.
“Well no shit,” Victor said. “He’s the fucking con artist of the family.”
“He thought Brian was doing it on his own because Benton had something else,” Avia said.
“Brian is the fucking hitman. He agreed to set the stage for Benton when he arrived,” Victor said.
“I know. That’s not what L heard,” Avia said.
“L is fucking delusional. You owe me for this,” Victor said.
“Fine,” Avia said as she disrobed and threw her clothes on the bathroom floor.
There were two bathing areas within the ornately tiled bathroom; a shower stall and a whirlpool bath. Avia decided to take a bath in hopes that the warm water would ease her aching joints.
She turned the water on hot and let the faucet run for a few minutes before plugging the drain and sliding within the sloped confines. She closed her eyes as water filled the tub and submerged her body in liquid warmth.
In the sitting room, Victor pulled out his cell phone and opened the phone book, which was now sitting comfortably on the plush red couch next to him. Flipping through the pages, he found quite a few department stores in the immediate area. However, most of them had closed at 10:PM. Grumbling to himself, he flipped through the pages again. Victor knew that his partner would not be happy to sit in a bathrobe all night.
Finally, he decided to call a few local tailors. If nothing else, he could have something made for her to wear tonight and tomorrow morning. The phone conversation was brief with the one tailor that did answer the phone, and Victor told him what he needed and by when. The price was ridiculously high, but given the time of night, he didn’t have much of a choice but to pay it. A full set of clothing for his soggy partner was going to run them over a grand. Correction, it was going to cost him over a grand. He knew that Avia wouldn’t pay for it.
A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open. Avia, was indeed, dressed in one of the long white terrycloth robes provided by the hotel, and she looked significantly more comfortable and warmer than she had 45 minutes ago. “How was the bath?”
“Whirlpool tub and unlimited hot water,” she said.
“I may have to try that,” Victor said as he stood and walked over to the wet bar. “Drink?”
“Please,” Avia said watching him pour two glasses of Maker’s Mark whiskey.
“Do you need ice?” He asked.
“No,” Avia said as she watched him turn around with the glasses in hand.
Victor walked the drinks over to her and handed her one before sliding his free arm around her waist. “I did manage to get hold of one tailor who will be bringing you a set of clothes.”
Avia took a drink from her glass before leaning her head against his dry, suit covered chest. “How’d you manage to stay dry?”
“Remember when we went shopping and I pointed out the London Fog trench coats?”
“You decided you wanted the Armani version,” he said after taking a sip from his glass. Gently pulling her across the room with him, he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap.
“Did you get me anything to sleep in?” she asked.
“Since when have you ever worn anything to bed?” he asked. It sounded better than him telling her that he hadn’t. It hadn’t crossed his mind that she’d want to sleep in anything other than the blankets.
Avia drained her drink. “You did not expect me to sleep next to you naked, did you?”
He laughed. “It doesn’t matter to me how you sleep.”
"Do you know what room those people are staying in?" Avia asked.
He shook his head. “No idea. I didn’t get a chance to talk with Brian before he walked off with Stephanie.”
Avia nodded, glancing back at the wet bar. “I’m not exactly dressed to go visiting anyway.”
“The tailor should be here anytime. Though, I would suggest that you sleep tonight. We’ve had a long day.”
“It wasn’t my idea to fly from Florida to Michigan today,” Avia said.
“You could have fooled me,” he said. “Contrary to popular belief, L. does not have his hands in every piece of the pie you want to play in, and the Sarasota police are not in the pie. At least, not anymore. Fucking Chief Archer.”
“Now you tell me.” Avia sighed, flopping backwards against the soft arm rest.
“I tried to tell you that a week ago,” Victor said. “I said let Brian handle it, but no, you went off half cocked and shot the mother fucker in front of the police station.” He knew Jacob Stone had been on her shit list for months, after foiling one of her large drug deals in Sarasota. Victor had heard that 100 kilos of cocaine had been confiscated by the Sarasota police along with 400 packages of Pseudoephedrine. Avia had had plans to get into the Ecstasy business and had purchased a warehouse she could use as a storage facility and laboratory, but things had gone south the minute Detective Jacob Stone had started snooping around. Victor wasn’t even sure how the man had gotten information on it. Avia wasn’t one to blab about her business dealings.
The confiscation had cost her almost a million dollars in lost profits, or so she said. Victor had a feeling that it had cost her more like two million in lost profits. Either way, it had ended with Avia tracking the man down, learning his work and home schedule, and then losing her temper and gunning him down in front of the police station at dawn. That had gotten the attention of every cop within 100 miles. Had Avia not been driving a turbo charged Camero, she would have been caught. The news footage of that chase had her clocked at 150mph.
Victor had picked her up Naples after receiving a frantic call from her at 10:AM. Of course, he’d been watching the news in his mansion in Sarasota at the time. The coverage had stopped at about 9:30 because they lost her. As it turned out, she had ducked off the side of the road outside of Miami and into some brush. The cameras had panned the road in front of her car in that split second and when they turned them back, she was gone.
“He had it coming,” Avia said.
“I know he had it coming. Brian was going to take care of it after this,” Victor said. “And where the fuck did you get a turbo charged Camero?”
“I saw Jamie Sanchez park it at the Walmart,” Avia said.
“Jamie Sanchez?” Victor asked. “As in John Sanchez’ Jamie?”
“That’s the one,” Avia said.
“Oh fuck,” Victor said. “They are going to kill you.”
“She was fifteen-hundred miles from home,” Avia said. “She was probably in town to kill me.”
“Was the gun in the back seat?” Victor asked.
“It was,” Avia said.
Victor shook his head. “So you stole her car and framed her.”
“That was the plan,” Avia said. “The gun was just a bonus. I had mine.”
“You are one lucky bitch. You still owe me for this morning,” Victor said.
“Oh come on,” Avia said, shifting into his lap. “L. would have been pissed had you not helped.”
“That excuse is tired,” he said before kissing her forehead. She was young; 25 to his 45. He had known her for the last eight years down in Columbia, Florida, and wherever else L. tended to send his favorite group of troublemakers. Usually, it was Benton who accompanied Avia, and Victor preferred it that way. She was taxing to his contacts. Speaking of contacts, he glanced around. Where was that tailor?
“It is, but it is no less true,” Avia said.
“I hear it won’t be that way forever,” Victor said.
“What did you hear?” Avia asked.
“That Benton has had it with that fucker,” Victor said. “Plans to shoot him in the head.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Avia said.
“So, he hasn’t mentioned it to you?” Victor asked.
“Not a word,” Avia said just as she heard a knock at the door.
Victor shifted her out of his lap so he could answer the door. Peering through the peephole, he saw a man carrying two packages and a black bag as well as a few reams of cloth. “It’s the tailor.” He opened the door allowing the man inside the suite.
“I have the set of clothing that you requested, and a few yards of material in case the lady requires something more,” the tailor said as he walked over and handed Avia the packages.
Avia opened the first one, taking off the ribbon that had been holding the box closed, and pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans. Checking the size, she noted that they were three’s, and frowned slightly. They would work. They’d just be baggy.
The next item she pulled out was a black cameo with spaghetti straps. In the bottom of the box was a pair of flat black boots. The other box held undergarments and socks.
“This’ll be fine,” Avia said after setting the clothes on the couch and the empty boxes on the floor.
“You sure you don’t want anything else while he’s here?” Victor asked.
Avia shook her head. “This will get me through until we can go shopping tomorrow.”
Victor nodded and showed the tailor out the door and into the hall where he gave the man $1,000 in cash before walking back inside and locking the hotel door. “Are you going to sleep now?”
“Maybe,” Avia said, standing and walking over to the wet bar to pour herself another drink. “But I don’t really feel like sleeping.”
Victor walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. “How about you stop drinking, and we go to bed. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” His tone was low in the quiet room.
Avia finished pouring herself the drink and turned around in his arms with the glass in hand. “I don’t sleep. You know that.”
Victor edged her towards the bedroom, kicking the doors closed behind them, while Avia sipped at her newly poured drink. Sliding the glass out of her hand, he sat it on the bedside table before laying her backwards in the bed and untying the belt on her robe.
“Victor, we can’t do this. We don’t know what room they are in,” Avia said.
“They are not next door to us. I guarantee it,” he said as he slid out of his jacket and tossed it across the room to the couch.
“How do you know that?” Avia asked.
“Because she has more money than sense,” Victor said as he finished undressing. He sat his clothes on one of the dining room chairs. “She’s probably in the penthouse.”
Victor positioned himself above her himself above her and capturing her protesting mouth with his. He knew she wasn’t going to refuse him as he slid the cloth away from her skin and began tracing his mouth from her lips to her chest, caressing one nipple with his tongue as she began to squirm. A moment later, he was positioning himself between her legs and pressing his sex against hers gently, teasing her.
Avia shifted her hips then, pressing upwards as their sexes gently rubbed together. She could already feel herself becoming damp with excitement. Anticipation getting the better of her as she gazed up into his lust filled eyes, she pressed harder against him. His mouth muffled the moan that wanted to escape, the tip of him just barely penetrating and then more fully as she felt his shaft edge up inside her. They both moaned once he was fully inside her.
Quiet pleasured sounds became harsh grunts and moans as Victor pistoned inside her over and over again. Soon she was screaming and begging him to fuck her harder. He could feel her tensing as her sounds becoming more frustrated. Her grip on his back intensified as her hips bucked against his.
Victor thrust hard inside her as he felt her muscles begin to spasm and clench around his pulsing manhood. The screams of pleasure practically echoed off the walls as they both climaxed, her body arching hard against his as he panted with the final few thrusts before collapsing next to her.
Avia panted, her breathing rough as she rolled over against him with her head on his chest, eyes still somewhere in the back of her head.
Minutes later, they were both calmly asleep after Victor turned off the bedside lamp securing them in darkness for the rest of the night.
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