“Not right now,” Allison threw her keys across the room to the small table nearest the window. The metal pieces clanked twice, and skidded to the floor below one of the two small chairs. She dropped her briefcase in the middle of the suite never missing stride towards the small kitchen.
Pellie watched her from her perch on the window seat. She had been watching the lean brunette sunning herself under the window by the pool when her guest for the week had walked in. She had been here for 2 days and had not wanted Pellie’s attention other than to fetch her items for work.
Pellie had been skeptical when the tall woman with the long auburn hair had announced her stay at the resort as a business trip. Who came to this island for business? This was a resort that catered to pleasure, not executive power sessions. However, after two nights of no requests for contact, she was beginning to believe the woman had told the truth.
A shame really, she thought to herself as she watched her pour herself straight vodka in a tumbler and gulp it down. The woman had a mystical beauty to her. Long legs, firm pert breasts pushing out of her trimmed suits and a full upper lip that Pellie wouldn’t mind sliding her tongue across.
Allison headed into the bathroom. Her heels flew across the room, her jacket shortly after it onto the floor.
Pellie walked across the room and picked the things up to put into place. She watched Allison sitting in her bra and short linen skirt on the edge of the large Jacuzzi tub. Her jaw was clenched tight, and she was lost to some thought.
“Bad day?” Pellie ventured into the room, and turned the water on to the tub.
Allison looked at her for a long moment. Pellie was shorter than her coming up to her shoulders when standing side by side. She had large searching brown eyes, and short cropped brown hair. She almost looked like a young boy, accept for those curves that were definitely feminine. Allison had been attracted to her from the moment she met her. However, she was not fully honest with herself about her newly found sexuality. Even though Pellie was her room servant for the week, and Allison understood well what that meant, she had not been able to take advantage of this odd service that the resort offered. She had been too consumed with working on her proposal for the Stevenson case, and even more consumed with tentative fear of letting this person share intimate details about her body.