New York, New York
I'd been to New York on business a bunch of times before. It didn't take quite as much effort to book a hotel room, though. But after some haggling, I was able to book one of the last rooms available at the Hilton for the weekend. It would be for two nights and cost me hundreds of bucks, but such was the cost of business.
I resigned myself to it when I actually checked in, then took my luggage to the elevator. I heard someone getting on with me, but my mind was elsewhere. I didn't even let them go ahead of me when we got to my floor, but no one slapped or yelled at me for it.
Nevertheless, I heard someone following me as I went to my room. When I got to my door, I finally showed enough courtesy to look back and see a woman nearby. "Oh, sorry, hold on," I said quickly, clearing my luggage out of the hallway.
"That's cool, this is my stop anyway," the woman excused, standing in front of the door next to mine.
So this was my neighbor? Now that I wasn't dragging luggage anymore and was about to step in my room, I could actually notice her. She didn't have luggage – but that paled in comparison to what else I noticed.
Pretty black hair. Even lovelier blue eyes with a tinge of sass in them. An even more amazing pair of lips. An insanely amazing chest hidden behind a purple blouse. And an almost equally curvy lower body that was being shown off in blue jeans.
Fucking hell, this woman was my hotel neighbor? The fucking spitting image of Kat....
Hold on a second.....
"Hold on a second," I actually said out loud. Covering myself, I managed to ask, "Where's your luggage?" as a semi-legitimate question. Maybe if I heard her talk again, I'd get my real question answered.
"It's been stashed in my room since yesterday. Just wanted to get breakfast before the lunch rush," the woman stated, then opened her door. "Anyway, welcome to the fourth floor, neighbor," she greeted before entering her room.
Okay, that was her voice. That was Kat Dennings' voice. Kat fucking Dennings, the owner of network TV's two biggest boobs, and it's sexiest hourglass figure – at least among those that had been leaked online. Hell, it was still hotter than those who weren't. And it was next door to me.
Somehow, I kept quiet about this revelation and got myself in my own room. I didn't even cheer or scream in there, in case the walls weren't thin enough. But if an actual celebrity was staying here, that said more about the quality of this place than walls, four star ratings or huge room prices.
Nevertheless, I did actually have to prepare for work. It would start with a meeting tonight, then another one tomorrow afternoon, and then I could leave the next morning. So I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, getting myself prepared, and blocking seductive celebrities out of my brain.
Apparently I was really good at that, since I left the room just as Kat Dennings was coming out of hers, and I didn't bother or drool on her. She had sunglasses hanging off her v-neck, which was already low enough as it was – or at least her tits made it look that way.
Yet I kept my drool in my mouth, and wasn't caught staring – supposedly. Once again, we shared an elevator and kept quiet, only it took us down to the lobby. Afterwards, we walked over to the front door, then I acted like a gentlemen and opened the door for her.
By then, she'd put her sunglasses on, perhaps trying not to be noticed – or at least not recognized, since not noticing her was impossible. "There you go, ma'am," I pretended not to recognize her or point her out, just in case.
Kat just smiled and nodded, before going in the direction of Times Square. I took a bit longer to shake that out of my head, before going in the other direction to get a cab.
Work went well enough, I figured I'd reward myself with my own walk around Times Square. It wasn't because I expected to see Kat there – and yet as I headed to the M&M store, there she was coming out of it.
She still had her glasses on, as if that would hide from me who she was. Yet from the way she chuckled, I could imagine the ironic amusement in her eyes. I could imagine a lot more memories expressions in those eyes too – but it was best not to think of that in front of her in Times Square. Especially since she was holding the door open for me this time.
"Ma'mm," I said offhandedly as I walked by.
"Neighbor," she responded this time. I only recognized the folly in not staying and talking to her 10 seconds after she left.
Still, it was too late by the time I got back to the Hilton, and I had a busy morning and afternoon ahead. There were no more surprise run ins then, as I did my job and headed back to sleep off my last night in New York. After I had a nice dinner in the hotel.
And right on cue, there she was at a nearby table.
She didn't have sunglasses, and had a casual blue dress that didn't show any cleavage, although her various shapes still stood out. She seemed to be sitting alone, so before I thought any better, I went over just as she recognized me.
"Did you get through the doors okay?" I had to joke.
"One of those bastards put up a fight, but I was too much for 'em," Kat cracked. "You?"
"I was too much for the M&Ms, clearly," I referenced. With the ice broken, I gave her my name so she wouldn't have to call me neighbor, and I acknowledged I knew who she was.
Apparently, her show had finished filming for the year and she didn't have to film her next movie for a few more days, so she took a little break here to recharge. She came to get away from work, unlike me – at least at first on my part. But we would both be checking out tomorrow morning, so we still had that In common.
Kat put up with me talking about my non-acting work for a while, then the waiter came by to get her order. By the grace of Kat, she let me stay and the waiter wound up taking my order too.
So all of a sudden, this turned from a plain old last night in New York to a dinner date with Kat Dennings. Good to know.
When we finished up, we were once again going up the elevator together to our floor. For the second time, we went to our doors in silence – only this time, I wasn't sure which door I should try to go in through.
"You know, we've been living next door for a good 30 hours, and I haven't even welcomed you to the neighborhood," Kat commented.
"Leaving aside how we're both moving out tomorrow," I reminded.
"All the more reason to combine the house warming and good bye parties," Kat figured. "And since I have seniority in this cul-de-sac, I should host them," Kat offered, opening her own door as a clear invitation.
Gathering my strength and ignoring the little buzz I had – from the dinner wine and company – I made my way into Kat's room. It obviously looked exactly like mine, although she added touches that I didn't. Such as her own 70 percent full bottle of vodka and half of a candy bag she obviously bought last night.
"You know, I went to a lot of places to have fun last night. Saw a lot of stuff," Kat recapped. "But this is the only place in town that offers vodka and candy for dessert."
