Free The Fantasy by Nicole Ryan Page B

sunshine above golden brown eyes, he looked like he might be twenty three or so and I thought that if I’d been ten years younger, I’d have found him quite attractive. I smiled kindly at him and handed him a five dollar bill with a wink, he thanked me and followed a couple steps behind me as I approached the check in desk.
    There was an attractive older blonde woman behind the desk; she held the gray telephone to her ear with her shoulder as her long red nails flew across the keyboard in front of her.
    “Yes sir that is one dozen red roses and a box of chocolates. Thank you. Oh yes not a problem, let me add that to the notes now.” She gave me an apologetic glance as she typed and I smiled reassuringly at her. “Yes sir, have a lovely weekend and we will see you then. Bye-bye.” She hung the receiver up and flashed a smile to me. “I am so terribly sorry; I’m not sure where my co-worker has disappeared to. How may I help you?” She asked.
    “Oh I’m here to check in, Jennifer Sampson.” I said as I dug my credit card out of my purse.
    She clicked away at her keys again, “Ah, yes here we are. Here are your keys, and this is a list of what’s offered at the spa, we also have a gym, and this is your room service menu.” She smiled as she handed me the key to my room and the pamphlets.
    “Thank you so much.” I said.
    I looked around as I walked to the elevator, to my right was the café, it was buzzing with people having lunch, and some were on lap tops, others were simply chatting and having drinks. To my left there were two steps that lead into what looked like a darkened bar, I imagined that it probably didn’t open until later and glanced at my watch, it was twelve thirty. My stomach did a little flip as I realized that in a few hours our night would begin. The young man carrying my bags gestured for me to step into the elevator before him when it pinged and the doors slid open.
    “After you.” His smooth voice was like caramel.
    “Thank you.”
    After I got settled in my room, I made my way back to the café for a quick turkey and spinach sandwich before I wandered around searching for the spa. I’d never been to a spa before, and going several days without shaving to get a wax was annoying, but I’d had it done before and really loved the end result, and I wanted tonight to be perfect. I also got my underarms waxed and sat in a seaweed wrap that left my skin feeling silkier than it had been in years.
    After a relaxing massage and facial I called a big salad and cream of broccoli soup up to my room. I took a warm bath in scented water and slipped into a flattering black dress and black stilettos, I blew my hair into soft waves that framed my face and applied a bold red lipstick with careful black eye makeup, and only a touch of color on my high cheeks.
    I lathered my skin with silky body butter, trying to remember the last time I’d taken so much care, and put so much effort into readying myself for my husband. I shook my head in disappointment. We had always said that we would never stop loving one another. Come hell or high water, no matter what we would always love one another. We swore we would never let the flame die down, and that our sheets would be on fire always because we would never forget how important our sexual connection was to our marriage, and we had done exactly that. Forgotten.
    There was a knock on the door and I looked up confused, not sure who on earth even knew I was here besides Charles. I peered out through the peep hole and saw a bell boy and quickly opened the door.
    “Yes?” I asked, my eyes moving to a small blue Tiffany’s box that was in his palms.
    “From an admirer ma’am.” The guy winked at me and I smiled gratefully as he handed me the box.
    “Thank you.”
    I stared at the box as I closed the door. Tiffany’s. I hadn’t been given anything from Tiffany’s but my engagement and wedding ring set, almost sixteen years ago. I smiled as I took the tiny