It was a hot sultry night, I was having difficulty sleeping. All I could think about as i lay in my bed was the girl I had met earlier that evening when having a drink in the hotel bar. A girl with a mesmerising smile, and more than a small amount of danger about her. She told me her name was Solara, a very unusual name for what I soon learnt to be a very unusual and fascinating young lady. She was in town for a meeting with her publisher to sign a deal for a follow up of what had become a worldwide internet phenomenom, a modern day bodice ripper that had become a ''must read'' bedtime story for every woman seeking revenge. There was even rumour in the literary and film circles that this was going to be the next big blockbuster, some believing that casting was already well in advance with some big name Hollywood stars in the running to play the ultra glamorous, but dangerous Fion.
I had watched her in the hotel bar as she, over the course of what must have been no longer than an hour get every mans undivided attention, and every wives evil stare as she devilishly got every male there to think that he was the most important person in town. A seductive ploy few women have in their armoury, but those who do have it, then wives beware. Without a doubt she was a beautiful girl, with a figure that would bring the strongest man down to his knees, and make every woman green with envy. Also she had the most amazing golden tan that was glowingly matched with the crisp, sheer white dress she was wearing. Also worth noting, and with the unspoken approval of all the men present was the very obvious lack of anything remotely practical in the underwear department. Apart from the tiny panties she was wearing, no other under garments could be traced through her almost gossamer like threads, she was very easy on the eye to say the least. The girl most certainly was dressing for impressing.
She was English. She had a rather quaint, well spoken lilt in her very English voice, she had the slightest of accents that came through occasionally. And what that succeeded in doing, was to make this girl even more appealing.
As the evening wore on I couldn't help but notice that more and more men had been dragged away by their partners. I was fast becoming one of the last males left in the room. But I was there without a partner, and I had no one to take me away, but i was more than happy to remain in this particular company. And being completely unnatached and very much available seemed not like the handicap it sometimes can be, but right now it could just be very beneficial.
And then she came over to where I was sitting. I had been waiting for her. I just knew she would come eventually, and now that she was here, I was rather taken aback, rather nervous at the very thought that this beautiful, gregarious girl wanted my time. ''Hello, I'm Peter'', pleased to meet you. ''I'm Solara'', came the polite reply accompanied with the most exquisite of smiles. It seemed that she had worked out where i was going to come in the order of merit. But the trouble being was last in the pecking order a bad thing, or a ''save the best till last'' sort of choice by her? But that didn't matter, for here, right now she was making me think that it was I who had always been the most important.
First of all, this surprise 'liaison' of ours had until now only ever entailed a quiet drink in a London hotel bar involving two relative strangers. But now she was telling me that she was staying the night at the hotel, and that she had a room on the same floor as mine, ''how she knew that particular bit of information, i will never know,'' but she did and that made her all the more captivating and mysterious. And she also said that she would gladly see me to my room, if I needed the company later. A comment i didn't take too seriously, but i have to admit that the thought had run through my mind during the course of the night. But it wasn't just me who was smitten by this girl. She had thrown her magic dust in all directions, and by doing so had everyone in the bar totally bewitched by her simply being there.
A fabulous warm, engaging smile, and beautifully dressed in the designer gear that clung to her fabulous figure... I could not believe that i was sharing a space with her. To even dream about anything else other than a drink together would have had to belong in her next novel. But bizarre as it sounded she knew what floor my room was on, she knew the number of my room. How? i simply didn't know. But now i was under her spell, not where i wanted to be if im being honest. But I was powerless to be anywhere other than in her space, I was almost totally trapped in her hypnotic weave.