HOTEL Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of an erotic novel I started writing in 2005....Enjoy

CHAPTER 1

God I need to find him, Connie thought to herself as she sat on the back patio of her beach house, writing. He needs to be exceptional and smart. He needs to be willing. She needed him in the Bedroom and the Boardroom. She needed him at the Country Club and the Sam’s Club. She needed him by the Ocean and by the Lake. She needed him in the Lab and in the Office. She just needed him.
As she planned her trip, she was hopeful that her searching would soon be over. She had people to see, products to sell, and hope that she would find him soon. She had visions for the future and fantasies to fulfill.
Finally they had called. She wanted this account so bad she could taste it. It could do so much for her business.
She looked out at the ocean; the waves were rolling in as the tide was rising. The seagulls were diving and the crabs were running. Off in the distance, the sails of a large seagoing vessel were catching the wind. The sounds of the surf and the distant call of some unknown bird was all that could be heard. Peaceful afternoon. The spring breakers were finally gone, at least the one’s who ventured this far up the coast. She would miss the ocean while she was gone, maybe two weeks, maybe more. You could never tell.
In his room Rob fired up his computer. He was excited Connie finally got the call. He brought up his e-mail. He had to let Lydia know they were coming.

TO: lydialovejoyce@atnt.com
FROM: robslimo@bnct.com


Lydia,
As we hoped, World Hotels have set up a meeting with Connie. I would like to thank you and Debbie for helping out. We will be in town tomorrow evening. We are staying at the Genesis Hotel. I know Connie would love to meet you; she has to be your biggest fan. I have your number I’ll call you when we get there.
Best wishes, Rob

He sent the e-mail out. It was going to be a great surprise for Connie. He was happy that it had all worked out so far.

Connie sipped her wine and continued to write. Stories of love in far off places. Strangers becoming friends. Friends becoming lovers. Lovers becoming parents. Parents becoming Grandparents. Grandparents becoming memories. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to happen?
Sometimes everything seemed to get mixed up in real life. But in the stories it always worked out. In the stories she had control over what happened. It was that control she yearned for. She could control her brother and her nephew, she could control her employees and most of her friends. She had money, money bought control.
Money was great, but the more she made, the more she wanted. The more she wanted, the greater the loneliness. That was it, loneliness. She had to find him. She needed him.

“Are we set to go?” Connie asked as Rob loaded up the Limo the next morning. She always brought too much. Oh well, better safe than sorry. You never know what you were going to need. She hated to have to batch. She would bring everything she owned if she could.
“I think we’re ready to hit the road.” Rob closed the trunk and loaded a couple of bags in the front seat. “Are you sleeping, reading, or writing today?”
“All of the above.” Connie climbed in the back and made herself comfortable. She pulled out her laptop and plugged it in. She organized her books and magazines. She found her pillows and blanket, just in case. “Rob, about what time should we be there?”
“Before eight, I think, if all goes well.” Rob climbed into the drivers’ seat and they left the beach behind.
“God I hate these long car trips.” Connie said to herself as they got on the highway. “But I guess it is better than flying and dealing with airports and all that crap.”
Rob rolled down the window between them. “Connie I hate to tell you but that huge bridge is coming up.”
Connie knew this bridge. It was over the Florida Greenway. There was once a plan to build the Cross Florida Barge Canal from the St. John’s River to the Gulf of Mexico. It was never finished. But some of these very tall bridges were put in to facilitate it. Public property currently used for recreation. She closed her eyes and could feel the steep ascent of the bridge. She held her breath as they crested the top and traveled down the other side. When they were once again on level ground she let out her breath.
She settled down and went back to her story. Writing sure passed the time. She had just started a new story. This one was about a Bed and Breakfast in North Carolina. Country girl meets city boy. A chance meeting, hot sex. Always had to have the spark. She loved the spark. That was the best part.

Tanner took Amelia in his arms. When their lips touched for the first time it was electric. (Yeah right) He pulled her body close. She could feel his hard manhood pressing against her. (manhood?) She wanted him like she had never wanted anything. The yearning started deep inside her as she felt her body prepare itself. (Just say she’s turned on)

Connie looked out the window. Rob had gotten off the Interstate. They were driving thru a small town. A beautiful courthouse lay just ahead. Rob found a place to part the Limo and they got out.
“Oh Rob, isn’t it beautiful.” Connie marveled at the old building.
Rob pulled out the camera and took a few pictures. “I have always wanted to see this one.” Rob opened his book. “This says it was built in 1912 and the restoration was complete in 2003.” They went inside. It was completely restored. Research and expand
“When we get to the next one it will be time for lunch.” Rob opened the door for Connie and she climbed back inside.
“I want seafood if you can find it.” Connie said with a wink.
“You always want seafood.” Rob smiled; he knew Connie would miss the fresh seafood while they were gone.

Amelia unbuttoned Tanner’s shirt, his chest was rippled with muscles.(City boy? maybe) She ran her hands down his washboard stomach (city boy? probably not, unless he lives at the gym) and unbuckled his belt. Tanner pulled off her sweater (Probably sweatshirt for country girl) and caressed her full breasts. Amelia moaned in pleasure. (Better do more than moan girl) She unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside (There you go) and squeezed his aroused member. (aroused member, what the hell is that?)

It was a beautiful day. If it had not been such a long drive, she would have had Rob take the scenic route along old highway 98. Stretching from Perry to Pensacola it gave you a wonderful view of the Florida panhandle. The gulf coast is so beautiful this time of year. But she knew there were still a few spring breakers out and traffic would be heavy. Maybe on their way back they could make two days of it. Spend the night in Panama City at the Sunspree. She would have to make reservations. That place was great. All of the rooms had an ocean view. The wonderful seafood restaurants nearby made her mouth water. The Amber Jack was great and the local oysters were excellent. Connie could almost taste them.

Tanner unhooked her bra and let her breasts tumble out. (How big do they have to be to tumble?) He ran his tongue down her neck to her breast (Oh yeah) and gently sucked it into his awaiting mouth. (Not to gentle city boy) He ran his hand down her flat stomach and unbuttoned her jeans. (getting there) He slipped his hand inside and found her wetness. (Come on buddy yank off those jeans)

Connie set the computer aside and rolled down the window. “How are you doing Rob?” She rubbed his shoulder.
“Doing well, getting hungry yet?” Rob knew the answer.
“Yep, find something.” Connie was ready to eat the leather seat.
“About ten miles to the next courthouse I want to see. There should be someplace to eat on the way.”
“No problem, any local diner should work.” Rob nodded his head. He knew just the place.
Jeb’s Oyster Bar and Grill. It was a great place. They had those fruity rum drinks Connie liked. Great greasy food and down home southern hospitality, what more could you want.
They walked in and sat down. This place always reminded Rob of the old fish camps his grandfather used to take him to. Grandpa and his friends never did much fishing, just told stories of the big ones that got away and drank beer. He missed those carefree days. He missed his Grandpa.
The waitress came by. She was about twenty five or so, had long beach blond hair and was wearing a pair of holey jeans and a cutoff Jimmy Buffett t-shirt. She had a great smile. Nametag said: Mel.
Connie ordered a Bahama Mama and the fried oysters. Rob ordered the Amber Jack and a Coke. In the center of the table was a basket of assorted little packs of crackers. Connie started on them right away. Mel brought out their drinks along with a big platter of french fries and hush puppies and a tub of coleslaw. There were bottles of ketchup, mustard, bar-b-q sauce, cocktail sauce, tarter sauce, and Louisiana hot sauce on the table, all fitting in a Bud six pack carrier. There also was a roll of paper towels, and their own metal trash bucket, on the table.
When Mel brought out the food, they both dove in. Connie loved the oysters, deep fried to perfection. They were the best. They might be small but they were sweet and tender. Ron couldn’t help but smile at Connie. She savored every bite. Connie ordered another Bahama Mama and Rob laughed at her. He knew the more she drank the spicier her writing became.
“Connie, be careful, remember all the editing you had to do to tone down the last one.” Rob smiled. “Remember your market.”
“Oh, forget the market; someday I will be able to write about what I want instead of what they think their readers want.” Connie loved writing but sometimes it was hard to conform.
Connie finished her drink and went to the restroom. Rob paid the bill and bought a t-shirt for Bradley. It was covered with cartoon crabs and oysters. He would like it.
When Connie walked out they told Mel goodbye and headed into town. The old County Courthouse was on Main Street. The gardens surrounding it were fabulous. It must have been five stories tall, with the Clock tower rising in the middle.
“Isn’t this something.” Connie said as she looked around. “Here is this beautiful building in the middle of this poor little town. Kind of gives you hope doesn’t it.” Rob took a few pictures.
They decided to walk inside. The interior was pretty much gutted. Rob took a few more pictures.
“On this pamphlet it says that the exterior was finished last year but there is a lot of restoration still to be done inside, lack of funding.” Rob watched Connie’s face.
“Well we will just have to help them out, is there an address on the pamphlet?”
“Historical Society 335 Main Street.” Rob read off.
“Great, put that in a safe place. “
They got back in the car and headed back to the Interstate. Connie pulled out a book to read. Lydia Lovejoyce’s bestseller “Island Fever”. She read about love in the Caribbean. Boy meets girl, boy kisses girl. The cool nights and warm days on the island. Topless beaches, scuba diving, parasailing, all the wonders of a vacation in paradise. Vacation flings, hot sex, good food, great service. She loved Lydia’s books. They would send her off to a fantasyland of adventure. They always had some mystery that kept you turning the page. It brought the couple together and always threatened to pull them apart. But of course they always worked it out. Too bad life wasn’t that simple. She sat the book aside and looked out the window. The afternoon sun was bright. The forests outside were wonderful. Tall stands of pine trees in neat rows. Pulp wood. They would be cut and replanted again and again, to feed the paper tiger.
The Interstate median was wide and wooded. She watched for the Highway Patrol hiding there. She remembered the CB days of her youth. “Breaker one nine” Grandpa would let her make the call.
“Smokie at mile marker fifty-two”. She missed him.

Connie rolled down the front window. “Hey Rob, how are things going?”
“Great, we’ll be leaving Florida soon. Get ready for the bridges.”
Connie hated to ride and especially drive over bridges. Long and straight or tall and steep, it did not matter. She hated them. Living her life near the Florida Coast, it seems there were always bridges. It must be some childhood trauma. She could walk them all day, she could even lean over the railing, but going over them in a vehicle was a different story. It was her one weakness.
“Is there a rest area coming up?” Connie wanted to stretch her legs and needed a restroom.
“Sorry, just past one.” Rob glanced at the map. “Next one is about forty miles. I should get gas anyway, so we’ll get off before we get to Pensacola.”
“Sounds great.” Connie tousled his hair. “Thanks sweetheart”.
They pulled over at a big truck stop. Rob gassed up the car and Connie went inside. This place was huge. It had a food court like a mall. Amazing. After she went to the restroom (which was actually very clean), she looked around the gift shop. She found a toy F-16 she had to get for Bradley. She picked up a collection of gum and mints and the latest Cosmo. Smoked almonds, a Coke and a Dove Dark bar rounded out her purchase. As she was at the register, Rob came in and gave her a hard time for buying the junk food.
“You mind your own business and don’t buy peanuts, you know they mess with your stomach.” Connie laughed as Rob pinched his nose.
“See ya back outside.” Rob tossed Connie the keys.
“I think I’ll take a nap.” Connie told Rob when he got back to the car.
Connie couldn’t help but notice the stares the Limo got in the parking lot. They had it for the business; she had to appear to be successful. She always wondered what people thought. Did they think she was some Movie Star or something? Sometimes she would drive and let whoever was riding in the back get the glory. Bradley loved it. He would just smile and wave.
Connie lay down, pulled up her blanket and closed her eyes. Knowing the bridges were coming up soon. Maybe she could sleep. But just closing her eyes would help. It reminded her of the time they drove to Key West. She had hoped it would help her bridge phobia. She felt so bad she wanted to get out and walk. Finally she fell asleep. She had tried to sleep on the way back but couldn’t. She just pretended and it wasn’t so bad.
Connie slept. She woke up a couple of hours later. Rob had stopped to stretch his legs and use the facilities.
“Why don’t I drive for a while?” Connie could see Rob was getting tired.
“Well if you don’t mind, I could use a power nap.”
“No problem, show me where we are and I can handle it.” Rob pulled out the map and showed Connie the route.
Connie settled in the driver seat. She actually disliked driving the monster but Rob needed a break. They could have flown and rented a Limo. But that was always a pain. She preferred to have Rob drive her and in most cities you couldn’t just rent a Limo. So she had to depend on someone else to drive. She just liked Rob there to take care of her.
She was glad most of the bridges were past. If the Highway had three lanes she could handle being in the middle lane. She didn’t like to be by the side. Either side. She had to just bite her lip and keep going. Sucks.
She drove until it was time to get off the interstate and head north. She pulled over at a gas station and started filling it up. Boy, the looks she got pumping gas into the Limo.
Rob woke up and went inside and got coffee. “Thank you so much Connie, I needed that rest.” Rob climbed back into the drivers’ seat. “Maybe another hour at the most.”
Connie pulled out her laptop again and looked at her calendar. World Hotels tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they would be interested. It was very hard getting an appointment with them. When they finally decided they only gave her two days notice. This was the big one. This could put her products in Hotels all over the World. She was also hoping to find other customers while she was here.
Connie looked out the window. They were coming into the city. Traffic was heavy. Where were they staying? Genesis Hotel, that’s right. Not part of the World Hotel group but it was supposed to be a great place. It was part of the Luxury Suites family. A smaller group but equal in amenities.
When they arrived at the Hotel, a bellboy came out and helped Rob unload the bags. Connie went inside to register. The valet moved the Limo to the garage. The Hotel was wonderful. There were beautiful tile floors and tall marble columns. The massive front desk was made of mahogany and brass. She collected the key cards and they headed to the elevator. When Connie got to her room her bags were already there. She unpacked enough to shower and change. She called Rob and told him she was going over the bar next door for a drink and for him to meet her later. He said no problem.
Rob called Lydia. A man answered. “I would like to speak to Lydia.”
“Is this Rob?”
“Yes it is”
“Hi, I’m Mike, long story, did you guys make it to town?”
“Yes, Connie just went over to ‘Shooters’ next door for a drink.”
“OK I’m nearby, I’ll go see if I can find her. Talk to you later.”

Rob didn’t know what to think. Who the heck was Mike? What was his connection to Lydia? Maybe I’ll drop by ‘Shooters’ in a little while and check on Connie, Rob thought to himself as he unpacked Connie’s stuff. Rob was a little concerned.