Posted by triciaandersen
Abbey wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the Hyatt Regency Miami. She watched as person after person filed to the registration table, jabbing their nametags through their lapels, dress shirts and blouses. They glared at her as she walked past. She giggled to herself. They didn’t know who she was. No matter – before they left the convention hall tonight they would certainly know who she was. She waved to a random group of women talking to each other before she turned for the elevators.
The day hadn’t gone as she hoped for. It took much longer for her to check out of her hotel in New York, making her late for the airport. She missed the flight with Sloan, Robert and Aubrey. Aubrey arranged another flight for her but instead of her first class ticket she was forced to fly economy squashed between two very loud, very stinky men. Since she took the later flight she had yet to see her husband – or his lover.
As she waited for her plane, Abbey texted Michael. He never responded. She tried calling him. Again, there was no answer. She had been trying for the past three days to reach him. Abbey was beginning to worry. She had never gone this long without talking to Michael.
It didn’t matter, Abbey thought to herself. She would call Michael again later right after the best night of her life.
Abbey stepped into the crowded elevator, struggling through the bodies to press the button for her floor. She waited, watching the numbers on the display above the door light one by one as the elevator stopped at each floor. Abbey stepped out as the door opened for her floor. She spun on the toe of her stiletto heel towards her room.
Abbey slipped the key card into the door, opened the door and flipped on the light. She didn’t plan to be long. In the near dark she picked up her carry-on bag and unzipped the side pocket. She slipped her hand inside for a moment, rummaging around in the contents. Cradled in her fingers she finally produced her shamrock. Abbey pinned the leaf to her lapel the slung her carry-on over her shoulder. There was nothing she absolutely needed in her carry-on – her laptop, her wallet, her copy of the book, a few other trinkets. But having the bag with her made her feel safe like a security blanket.
Abbey slipped her key in her pocket and closed the door, leaning against the door to assure it was locked. She hummed to herself as she swept down the hall towards the elevator. She stopped short at a door halfway down the hall. It was opened a crack, the hotel door latch jamming itself into the door as it closed. It was obvious the occupants of the room were in a hurry to get inside.
Abbey looked up to the number of the room – Sloan’s room. He had texted her the room number when he arrived. Abbey took a step closer. She really wanted to see him.
A pang of jealousy flooded her as she heard the sounds coming from the dark, shadowed room – gasps, moans, the sound of skin on skin, the rustle of bedsheets. Abbey had no right to feel envy. She knew the relationship Sloan and Robert shared. Her marriage with Sloan was no more than an arrangement. Still, the idea of her husband with anyone else, whether man or woman, bothered her.
Abbey froze as a voice floated from the room.
“More, Robert. Please more!”
Abbey’s eyes grew wide. The voice was very, very female. Abbey shoved the door open and stormed inside.
The blond, whimpering and pleading for more as she clenched the pillow beneath her head, never noticed Abbey in the room. Robert never missed a stroke as he glared at Abbey, a strange smile spreading across his face as he continued to thrust. He buried his face into the blond’s shoulder as she dug her fingernails into his hard, contoured back, crying out in pleasure.
Abbey scuttled backwards from the room, closing the door behind her. She stared dumbfounded at the closed door. Tears filled her eyes as she gasped for breath. Abbey caught her sob in her throat as she picked up her bag from the floor and ran for the elevator.
About triciaandersenI am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.
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