*I've had this in the drafts a couple of years. I'm ready to see how it'a received. Please leave feedback, Enjoy* L.S
Sergei walked into the hotel booked for his stay in long, angry strides. He couldn't believe this shit, why he was back in America barely a month after leaving this shithole was an oversight some idiot would certainly pay for.
What did he have to do to get a man who knew his freaking job on board? He thought he was a sterling example of a good leader, he never gave those around him any reason to question his purpose or leadership role, so, why was he surrounded by so much unforgivable incompetence?
He should have looked into the guy Mike recommended for him, that had always been his policy, but somehow, in his haste to leave America and return to his beloved Russia, he had skipped that vital process and trusted Mike's judgment... Well, that would certainly be the last time he would be so silly.
"Mr Romanov, welcome back to the Radisson" the receptionist, a middle aged man with bright blue eyes and an ever-smiling face greeted cheerfully. His name was Rocky. Sergei thought it was an odd name for a hotel receptionist, in fact, it was an odd name generally, but Rocky's father had been a big boxing enthusiast who thought it ideal to name his sons after boxing legends. He had brothers named Tyson and Ali as well, Sergei hoped to meet Ali some day. If he looked anything like his brother, he could only imagine how he got along with such a name.
"Thank you Rocky" he replied absentmindedly, "Key card?" He enquired when the older man didn't seem set on handing him his key card.
"Oh!" Rocky exclaimed at his forgetfulness, he hurriedly got the key card an handed it to Sergei, "Sorry, it slipped my mind" he said, turning visibly red.
"No worries" Sergei replied. He made his way to the elevator, three of his most trusted men trailing behind him. He never liked having an entourage, he thought it made him too visible, but Sergei knew very well that he didn't need an entourage to be spotted by those he wasn't on good terms with. So he kept his boys; Markov, Mikhail and Dimitri. Only, they didn't move as a unit, they were spread in such a manner that only an extremely keen eye would notice they were with him.
It was better that way. They didn't make a scene in the process of protecting him.
He walked into the elevator and pressed the button to his suite all the way on the top floor. He thought he would take a nice, long relaxing bath before evening came and he would have to face that stupid rat that made him return to a country he would rather not deal with.
He at least deserved some form of peace even if for a brief period.
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Charlie's fingers felt the texture of the Egyptian cotton sheets used to dress the rather large bed that felt much softer than it looked.
The minute she stepped inside this room, she just knew she had hit gold. Of course, any room on the top floor of such a fancy hotel had to be gold, but this.... Such luxury.
She couldn't help the envy that shot through her. To think she had been feeding on groceries from coupons she had gathered for the past five days, and sleeping on a literal back-breaking bed, and some other person got to sleep in such splendor. There truly was no justice in this world.
She looked down at the bed, she could only imagine what it felt like to wake up on such a bed.
Well, there was no time to daydream. She was done eating shitty food and sleeping in places where drunk fools could crawl up on her. Even if for tonight, she wanted some hot food and a warm bed.
It hadn't been easy reaching the top floor of such a hotel. She had pulled out her best dress from her small bag so she wouldn't look out of place; a little black dress her foster mother had gotten her for her 19th birthday. She had only worn it a couple of times, the last being over a year ago, so while it looked good, the fit was a little trashy. Her breasts stretched the bust area more than she remembered, the v-neck now appeared lower, she had grown some inches taller, so her once knee-length dress, only reached mid-thigh now, exposing her rather long legs that looked longer thanks to the four-inch, ankle-strap sandals she paired with it.
She had noticed the lewd looks she got from men and some women as she walked in here. It irked her, she could just tell they had undressed her with their eyes, but she didn't care. No, she was here to steal all the stuff they didn't need. So, they could stare all they wanted.
It was easy to pass the reception, she was barely spotted. They probably thought she was some call girl anyway. The tricky part was in entering one of the rooms
Luck was on her side because she didn't have to wait long to spot a cleaner exiting one of the rooms. She snuck in while the small woman was checking for a fault on her trolley.
Now, she just had to take what she came for and figure a way out.
She walked to the adjoining living room in the suite and proceeded to pick up whatever items could fit into her hand bag. It wasn't a big bag, but it would contain some things of value.
Once she had picked up some souvenirs she was sure to make about a hundred dollars from at the pawn shop, she headed to the mini-fridge. The rich fart staying here wouldn't even notice the missing drinks.
She took a couple of energy drinks and some soda. Once satisfied, she made her way to the bedroom from where she planned to wait until someone came in and she got her chance to bail.
She only got one foot through the threshold before she heard a click from the entrance
Shit!
Quick feet hurried to hide behind the door of the living room. This was so not an ideal hiding place, but as she heard the door open and footsteps follow, Charlie gripped her bag to her chest and hoped it would do.
She looked down at her four-inch heels and an idea came to her just as she heard the person who walked in speaking some language she was certain wasn't English.
It was a man- with a rather smooth baritone even in that language. What was it anyway?
She unhooked the strap of one sandal and slowly eased her foot out of it. She might as well make good use of it.
The door closed and then locked. She frowned, damn it, now she would have to knock this guy out for sure if she planned to leave anytime soon.
She heard some more movement, the sound of steel meeting wood she figured was him dropping his watch, she heard him sigh and then more movement... Away.
Okay, so he wasn't coming her way. Maybe she could figure another escape plan. Surely, he would enter the bathroom, she could use that to escape.
