*COMMENTS* This is the first version of the second part of The Hotel. I say it is the first version because I will be rewriting it, but I feel like some people will like this version better. Far be it for me to not put something out just because I don't like how its going. But I will be putting up two versions of every chapter from now on. It is your choice which path you want to watch Cayley do down. ;)**
Cayley's mind whirled from the orgasm that shook her to the bone. Her thoughts were starting to become clearer the longer she rested, but she knew she couldn't just sleep. Sitting up, she regarded her torn uniform with panic.
If her uniform was...well....destroyed, what was she going to wear? She still had to get her purse and take back the a/c monitor before Taylor got suspicious. What the hell was she going to do?
Cayley gingerly rose from the bed, feeling her legs still wobbly. When she walked around the room's divider, she once again got a glimpse of the man she checked in earlier that night. He had a business shirt and slacks loosely thrown on, almost as if he didn't truly intend on fixing himself up. His phone was glued to his ear and he was writing something down on a black folio that held a yellow legal pad.
"12:30pm. Lincoln Center. I look forward to meeting with you, Mr. Hemmings." His voice was stern and professional.
He hung up the phone slowly and Cayley could see he was deep in thought, as though an inner struggle was going on inside his gorgeous head. Then his cool eyes were staring into hers with the expression of an angry father.
"I thought I told you to get some sleep. You should know by now what happens when you disobey."
Cayley rushed quickly to explain.
"I-I'm sorry Sir. But I just thought I should go grab my purse and take back that monitor so that I don't raise any alarms. But I can't wear my uniform." Cayley's arms went up to cover her breasts, feigning cold.
Michael smoothly got up, regarding her with dismay, and walked over to the hotel's closet. It took him a second to pick out a slim pair of jeans and a red tank top that she could tell would show too much cleavage.
"Throw these on. I will get your co-worker to come up to fix something. You go down the stairs farthest from the front desk. I can buy you about 5 minutes."
Cayley nodded quickly, slipping on the jeans that fit like a glove and the tank top which felt more like spandex than cotton.
His hands were gripping her shoulders as she looked up into his eyes.
"When you are done, come back here. We need to talk. I will not force you anymore." He laid a quick kiss on her forehead and sent her towards the door. Before she left the room, she looked back to find him ringing the front desk.
She quickly made it to the stairwell and hung over the railing a bit, listening for any doors opening. After a minute, she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could without falling and opened the 1st floor door cautiously. She peeked her head out the door slowly, and jumped back when she saw Taylor crossing the hallway to the elevator. She knew she could count on him being lazy enough to use the elevator. When the elevator doors closed with a clang, she hurriedly made her way to the back room and scooped up her purse and laptop, making sure the monitor was put back in the cupboard. She hurriedly made her way back down the hall to the stairs and ducked into the stairwell, keeping it open a bit to watch for Taylor. 5 minutes. That's how long he would try to keep Taylor up there. But how long had it been?
Her eyes wandered over to the door that led from the stairwell to the parking lot outside. She could see her little Camry outside, waiting for her. For a second, she contemplated running. But a part of her didn't want to. When she heard the elevator door open, she quickly peeked out to see an agitated Taylor crossing back to the front desk again. She was slower going back up the third floor, each step seeming harder and harder. By the time she made it back to his room, she was deep in thought, moving more like a robot on a track. She jumped suddenly when she noticed him leaning against the doorway. Her purse fell to her feet and she must have looked stupid struggling to keep ahold of her laptop. Her eyes rose up to him and she saw a look of pure amusement on his face. She quickly picked up her purse and ducked by him, rushing into the room.
Cayley set her purse and laptop down next to the couch and sat herself down, thoughts racing through her head at supersonic speed, making her almost hyperventilate.
Michael closed the door once again behind her, leaving it unlocked. Cayley hardly noticed it when he sat down beside her, too caught up in her thoughts.
Michael's face turned to worry as he watched her in a state of panic. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, bringing her face against his chest, and was happy to find her arms wrap around him as well. It only took a minute of him holding her for Cayley to calm down. For her, it just felt right being in his arms. When she was fully calm, he let go of her, but kept his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes with concern.
"Are you okay, little one?"
Cayley couldn't bring herself to do anything but a nod. Michael would have normally pointed out that she should have said "Yes, Sir", but found it hardly the right time to correct her.
"Cayley, we have a lot to talk about." He shifted slightly on the couch.
"Firstly, do you want to be here?"
Cayley's eyes shot up at him with a shocked expression on her face. Even though he had asked her if she wanted it earlier, he had still originally forced her.
"Um....yes...I think."
Michael gently guided her face back to his when she began to trail off again.
"Cayley, you need to address me as Sir or Master. If you want to be here, that is a rule. You also need to make a decision. You either want to be here or you don't. Be clear, or this ends now." His voice was stern and in control, his eyes bearing into her.
"Yes Sir. I do want to be here."
Michael smiled and pulled her into a passionate and aggressive kiss. When he finally let go of her, his eyes held hers in a trance.
"Get down on your knees."
