I was pulling away from the hotel when she walked in front of my car and I almost hit her. She was very distraught and was crying.
I got out to make sure she was OK and she begged me to take her away from there. I allowed her to get in my car and we just drove away.
She called somebody and told them her client was dead. That no she was not positive but she could not get him to respond. She apologized for panicking then told her listener she had just dressed and ran out.
"Yes, yes. OK. I will right now."
She sobbed, took a long breath then called the hotel and told them the gentleman in room 817 was apparently not breathing, then hung up.
She looked at me and apologized for involving me then asked me to drive her back to the hotel. An ambulance was roaring in when we arrived.
I accompanied her to the lobby and waited to see what she would do. She walked up to a female police officer and spoke to her for a while, the officer took notes.
A man was brought down on a stretcher, he was alive. The woman let out a quiet shout of relief. She was trembling when I got to her and she embraced me and began to sob.
Everyone left including the police. I had a nervous wreck in my arms.
"I can take you home," I said to her.
"I don't live here. My client brought me with him and I'm staying in his room."
"That might be a little tough on you."
"Yeah, I will likely sleep in the lobby. The police told me to stay until he gets past the crisis or......"
Her sob had me saying, "I'm staying here too and have two queen size beds in my room. You are welcome to join me there, no strings attached."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because you need help."
"You know what I am."
"And you need help and a shoulder to cry on."
I led her to the elevators and asked which floor. We stopped there and found the door open so we went in, she packed her bag and closed the door before we got back on the elevators to go two floors up.
I waited for her to put her stuff away then asked her if she was hungry.
"I need a shower," she said.
"Go ahead, I can wait."
I turned on the TV and there was no mention of an emergency at a local hotel. It would start raining later that evening though.
She was out of the shower, grabbed some clothes and went back into the shower to dress. Five minutes later a very different woman came out. The woman that had gone in was a blue eyed blonde, the one that came out was a green eyed redhead. Her tits had shrunk noticeably.
"Yes, I know. I'm not much of a trophy as I was before. I am starving."
"Lets go. Seafood OK with you?"
"My favorite."
"My name is Phil by the way."
"Hi, I'm....Gracie. My real name. Where are you from?"
"Houston. You?"
"Houston."
"Really. It's such a small town we should have run into each other before."
She giggled at that line, the first sign she had relaxed a bit. I drove us to St. Pete and pulled up to my favorite restaurant in the state. I asked to sit outside and we ate like we were starving.
I was soon getting her to giggle often. She punched my shoulder at my very outrageous boast of having won every political race I had entered and was going for the presidency next.
"It that case we can't be seen together," she said.
"Oh, I better pick my hat up."
She stopped her punch before hitting me then said, "Good thinking."
After dinner we went for a short walk on the beach then back to the hotel. We stopped to pick up beer and chips and when we got to the room she changed to a t-shirt and I put on t-shirt and shorts.
We sat at the table and drank beer as we watched Guy Fiery mug his way through several kitchens.
"He has two places that had been featured from this area," she said.
"Do you know where they are?"
"No but they should be easy to find."
She went to her bag and pulled out a laptop and gave me an erection. The shirt was all she wore and I had more than just a glimpse of her ass and pussy. Fortunately the table covered my condition.
She sat back at the table with me and quickly found three references that led us to three restaurants. We were side by side looking at her monitor as we inspected the highlights of each.