Please note, all characters in this story are 18+ and are explicitly stated as such. Enjoy!
Carrie was exhausted. She had been working almost non stop, it didn't help that she was constantly switching between night and day shifts. Carrie worked at a hotel bar that was open 24/7. While the work was grueling, Carrie did love meeting people from around the world and hearing about their lives. They became like characters in a story for Carrie, spicing up her very average life. She had had three boyfriends, each one more disappointing than the last, but the people at the bar seldom failed to be fascinating. There was the woman who was leaving her husband for her tennis instructor, there was the man who ran a massive tech company but every time he stayed he called for a dominatrix, and there was the call girl who would sit at her bar and chat until her next client arrived. They would tell her things that no one would confess in the light of day but in a hotel bar at two A.M. The rules were a bit different.
It was one night at nine-fifteen on the dot that a man who looked eerily familiar and yet was still unknown to her walked in and sat on one of the bar stools. He sat with a posture that conveyed confidence, it didn't hurt that his jawline looked like it was carved by one of the great minds of the renaissance, and his eyes looked as if god himself had handcrafted them. Carrie was awestruck, stunned until the man ordered a gin and tonic with a lemon twist. Carrie jumped into action making the drink. "So whereabouts are you from?" Asked Carrie as she did with every bar patron. It was a good way to start them talking.
"Memphis." The man responded curtly. Carrie took this as a challenge, after all she could get anyone talking.
"What brings you all the way out here?" Carrie prompted.
"I'm trying to find someone." The man responded, smirking slightly as he picked up on Carrie's game. He did like a game after all.
"Someone you know or someone you want to know?" Said Carie attempting to hit a mild note of flirtation.
"The latter." He was clever and she'd give him that. "How about you Carrie? Why are you here?" He had obviously read her name tag, but the question was still unsettling. However hard she tried she felt weirdly compelled to respond honestly. Maybe it was the honey blonde hair or the strange eyes but it didn't matter, she didn't want to lose.
"Firstly, if we've reached a first name basis, it's only fair that I know yours." Carrie retorted quickly.
"Sylas." The man said with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Well Sylas, I guess now that we're friends I can answer that question. I am here to pay my rent." Carrie said with a victorious smile.
The man spoke softer now, "I don't think that's why you're really here. Why don't you tell me the truth."
"I like hearing people's stories and when I'm here I feel a little less alone." Carrie immediately winced, why had she told him that? He's a customer for god's sake.
"See didn't that feel nice to tell the truth?" Carrie reconciled with herself that it did feel nice. Talking to him felt nice. It was the off season so one or two customers a night was not uncommon. Carrie checked the clock only to realize that the next bartender would be there in ten minutes. It was ten-fifty so she handed Sylas his bill and started tidying up.
"How long are you here for?" Asked Carrie, trying not to sound too interested.
"Until I find someone." Sylas said cheekily. "See you tomorrow Carrie." He then sauntered away. Carrie felt an immediate pang of sadness as he walked away. What was wrong with her? He's a customer, she sees customers everyday. Something was different about him though.
The next few days went by much the same. Sylas would come in at nine-fifteen and stay until she left at eleven. They talked about everything and anything, Carrie just felt so comfortable with him. Finally on Friday five nights after they'd started talking Sylas asked her to get "dinner" with him after her shift. Carrie eagerly agreed. Sylas smiled a smile Carrie could only describe as mildly predatory. "I'm going to go and grab you an outfit to wear." Sylas stated.
"Oh you don't have to..." Carrie was interrupted.
"I want to." Sylas said firmly.
Carrie felt a deep tingle rise up her right leg straight into her core. "Alright then. See you at eleven."
"Looking forward to it." Sylas started walking but paused halfway "Size 18 right?" How did he know that?
"Yes." Carrie blushed.
"Goodbye for now." Crooned Sylas as he left.
Carrie was confused at first but that confusion quickly morphed into excitement with a hint of lust. Sylas arrived at ten-fifty-eight carrying a flat but large white box and a fancy shoe box. He handed them to Carrie over the counter, and as soon as the next bartender arrived she rushed to the staff locker room to change.
The dress was beautiful. Expensive looking. It was a dark cerulean with rhinestones around the bust. Sheer sleeves extended from the thin opaque shoulder straps. Carrie then put on the shoes, a stunning pair of shiny matching cerulean heels. She threw on what little makeup she had and put her strawberry blonde hair into a quick bun.
Her and Sylas met outside the parade. "You look stunning." Sylas looked her up and down with reverence.
"Thank you, you clean up nice yourself." Sylas was wearing an expensive suit, the navy blue accentuating his blue-gray eyes. A gray pocket square brought it all together.
They went to a decently nice restaurant that was also open twenty-four hours. Sylas pulled her chair out for her and she sat attempting to be graceful. They continued their conversation from the bar and Carrie found out Sylas was twenty-six, but a more important question was stuck on Carrie's tongue.
"What do you do for work?" Carrie finally asked.
"I own a few companies." Sylas smiled.
"What kind of companies?" Carrie pressed.
