I had a felling Javon didn’t like me very much.
He wasn’t rude or obnoxious but I could tell he was dubious of me in the way he refrained from making conversation. He was polite with the words he did speak and he was courteous with his manners but, call it a woman’s intuition if you like, I knew he was wary of me.
I suppose I can’t blame him for that. I imagine Mike had told him my reasons for being at the club that night and part of me feels a little hurt about this. But Javon doesn’t matter to me. It would be nice if he did like me all the same, but all that matters is that Mike hasn’t judged me.
We pull up to the entrance doors to the Bellagio and I begin to feel the butterflies flitting around inside my stomach. I love this place. I’ve never actually stayed at the hotel in question but I have frequented the areas open to the public on many occasions. Call me a hopeless romantic but to me the Bellagio is just as beautiful and heavenly as the Venetian.
I remember the first time I saw the dancing water fountains on the lake outside the hotel. It took my breath away...
It was my first ever visit to Vegas and Shawna had left me to my own devices for the night whilst she went off to work. I had wandered the strip aimlessly taking in the many spectacular sights that were on offer. I particularly loved; Treasure Island with its free outdoor pirate’s show which was totally awesome and getting lost in the romance of Italy that had been reconstructed at the Venetian, where dreamy gondolas sailed love struck couples around the Grand Canal. I was also amazed at the wildlife habitat at the Flamingo Hotel and couldn’t believe my eyes when I got the chance to get up close and personal to some of those beautiful pink creatures. I’d never seen a real life flamingo before so this was indeed a first of many it would appear.
As I continued southwards on my exploration I decided to cross over to the other side of the strip to see what was on offer over there. A large crowd appeared to be gathered outside of the Bellagio Hotel and I could sense that they were waiting in anticipation for one of the many free shows Las Vegas has on offer. Wanting to secure myself a good enough view, I continued to walk further away from the crowd until I could get to the railings around whatever it was they were waiting to see.
At first I was confused. It seemed to me that the people were just staring at a large lake of sorts. "Well this doesn’t come close to Treasure Island" I thought to myself until.....WOW.
A symphony orchestra started to play Puccini’s Nessun Dorma through the speakers surrounding the lake and then, just like magic, the water started to dance.
At first, it was just sporadic jets of water being shot into the sky, but then as the cellos, clarinets, flutes and violins started to slowly build to a crescendo, the water actually started to move. It swayed to and fro in time to the music; it jumped into the air and twirled around similar to how a ballerina would perform a pirouette. The fountains then synchronized together and simply interpreted the music and matched its rhythm to the beautiful concerto that reminded me of my dad. My mind drifted back to when I was a little girl. Wearing my favorite ballerina costume he would twirl me around whilst I was standing on his feet and I would laugh out loud when he tried to hopelessly sing along with Pavarotti.
Stood in front of those magical fountains which to me were beautiful and breathtaking, to simply put it... I was in awe.
As Javon opens the passenger door for me, I come crashing back to reality. I secure my tote bag on my shoulder, grab the pizza from the back seat and exit the car.
We enter the hotel lobby and make our way towards the bank of elevators. As we stand patiently waiting in silence, I take in the opulence that is surrounding me. I look up to the glass ceiling which has been decorated with what appears to be thousands of brightly color flower-like shapes. “Is this a dream?” the little voice inside my head says. Hearing the ding-dong announcing the elevators arrival and feeling the whoosh of air as the doors open, I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
To say that I now feel tremendously under dressed, is now an under statement. I’m wearing my favorite pair of stonewashed skinny jeans, a baby blue cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows and my favorite pair of gladiator sandals. Yeah I guess you could say I was slightly under dressed. But we'd only be hanging out in his suite my mind argued.
In no time at all we reach the 33rd floor according to the elevator. Javon removes what seems to be a key card from the elevator control panel and the doors open up. Still remaining silent we walk to the end of the corridor until we come to a standstill.
“This is Mr. Jackson’s suite” Javon says politely.
“Have a good evening Miss” he says as he turns and walks back towards the way we came.
As I take a deep breath I bring my knuckles up to the door and knock on it gently. I wait for a few seconds and when there appears to be no answer I knock a bit louder. Once again I realize that I’m holding my breath. "God girl breathe", I tell myself as the door begins to unlock from the inside.
As the door opens, I smell him before I see him. His scent permeates my senses and a quick flashback to the club reminds me of his musky aroma.
He’s wearing the biggest smile ever but at the same time he seems quite timid. Taking in my appearance I see a small smirk of approval appear as he leans in to give me a hug.
We make small chit-chat for the next fifteen minutes or so as he quickly gives me a tour of the suite. "Fu*k this must be the high rollers suite", I think to myself as I take in the spacious marble foyer with a huge glass chandelier hanging from above. As we make our way into the living room, my vision is immediately drawn to the fireplace which appears to be on?! What the hell? We’re in a desert and he has the fire on? He must have realized what I was thinking because he chuckles and tells me that he likes the ambiance its creates but to counteract the heat he keeps the AC turned up. I laugh at his reasoning but I guess if it was me staying in this suite, I too would probably have the fireplace going full blast.
Also in this suite is an L-shaped, sunken, full service bar with seating for up to six people, a formal dining room which is separated by floor-to-wall glass doors, an outdoor solarium with water features, a master bedroom and a guest bedroom but most impressively a view to die for. The floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows are offering the most spectacular view of the sun setting into the purple night sky.
I feel like I’m getting a small glimpse into...what’s that saying again? Oh yeah, “How the other half live?”
For the next two and a half hours we: munch on the humongous pizza I had brought with me, drink a bottle of red wine to wash the pizza down with and watch with fascination (on the 50 inch plasma TV in front of us) Heath Ledger and Christian Bale battle it out in the Dark Knight. Needless to say Mike was more than pleased with my comic-book inspired DVD choice (even though he had already seen this movie twice), as we sat side by side on the sofa.
With every glass of wine we drank we both seemed to relax that little bit more. So much so, that by the time the movie was over, Mike had placed his left arm around my shoulder and my head was resting against his chest. With us seated in this position our conversation began to flow like it did each time we spoke on the telephone. I quickly realized that we both found it easier to talk this way when we didn’t have to make much eye contact.
As we successfully finished our second bottle of red, we had ventured into flirtation territory. I had placed my hand on his thigh and he had started to rub my arm slowly up and down with his open palm. Like I said before, I’m not a heavy drinker but at this moment in time I was really enjoying the buzzing effect that this drink was having on me.
Feeling brave, for some reason I wanted to sway our conversation towards a naughtier topic. Maybe it was the effects of the wine or maybe it was the tingling feeling I was getting in-between my legs but I needed to go there.
Turning my head to finally look up into his eyes, I say huskily “so tell me one of your dirty jokes again.”
He wasn’t rude or obnoxious but I could tell he was dubious of me in the way he refrained from making conversation. He was polite with the words he did speak and he was courteous with his manners but, call it a woman’s intuition if you like, I knew he was wary of me.
I suppose I can’t blame him for that. I imagine Mike had told him my reasons for being at the club that night and part of me feels a little hurt about this. But Javon doesn’t matter to me. It would be nice if he did like me all the same, but all that matters is that Mike hasn’t judged me.
We pull up to the entrance doors to the Bellagio and I begin to feel the butterflies flitting around inside my stomach. I love this place. I’ve never actually stayed at the hotel in question but I have frequented the areas open to the public on many occasions. Call me a hopeless romantic but to me the Bellagio is just as beautiful and heavenly as the Venetian.
I remember the first time I saw the dancing water fountains on the lake outside the hotel. It took my breath away...
It was my first ever visit to Vegas and Shawna had left me to my own devices for the night whilst she went off to work. I had wandered the strip aimlessly taking in the many spectacular sights that were on offer. I particularly loved; Treasure Island with its free outdoor pirate’s show which was totally awesome and getting lost in the romance of Italy that had been reconstructed at the Venetian, where dreamy gondolas sailed love struck couples around the Grand Canal. I was also amazed at the wildlife habitat at the Flamingo Hotel and couldn’t believe my eyes when I got the chance to get up close and personal to some of those beautiful pink creatures. I’d never seen a real life flamingo before so this was indeed a first of many it would appear.
As I continued southwards on my exploration I decided to cross over to the other side of the strip to see what was on offer over there. A large crowd appeared to be gathered outside of the Bellagio Hotel and I could sense that they were waiting in anticipation for one of the many free shows Las Vegas has on offer. Wanting to secure myself a good enough view, I continued to walk further away from the crowd until I could get to the railings around whatever it was they were waiting to see.
At first I was confused. It seemed to me that the people were just staring at a large lake of sorts. "Well this doesn’t come close to Treasure Island" I thought to myself until.....WOW.
A symphony orchestra started to play Puccini’s Nessun Dorma through the speakers surrounding the lake and then, just like magic, the water started to dance.
At first, it was just sporadic jets of water being shot into the sky, but then as the cellos, clarinets, flutes and violins started to slowly build to a crescendo, the water actually started to move. It swayed to and fro in time to the music; it jumped into the air and twirled around similar to how a ballerina would perform a pirouette. The fountains then synchronized together and simply interpreted the music and matched its rhythm to the beautiful concerto that reminded me of my dad. My mind drifted back to when I was a little girl. Wearing my favorite ballerina costume he would twirl me around whilst I was standing on his feet and I would laugh out loud when he tried to hopelessly sing along with Pavarotti.Stood in front of those magical fountains which to me were beautiful and breathtaking, to simply put it... I was in awe.
As Javon opens the passenger door for me, I come crashing back to reality. I secure my tote bag on my shoulder, grab the pizza from the back seat and exit the car.
We enter the hotel lobby and make our way towards the bank of elevators. As we stand patiently waiting in silence, I take in the opulence that is surrounding me. I look up to the glass ceiling which has been decorated with what appears to be thousands of brightly color flower-like shapes. “Is this a dream?” the little voice inside my head says. Hearing the ding-dong announcing the elevators arrival and feeling the whoosh of air as the doors open, I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
To say that I now feel tremendously under dressed, is now an under statement. I’m wearing my favorite pair of stonewashed skinny jeans, a baby blue cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows and my favorite pair of gladiator sandals. Yeah I guess you could say I was slightly under dressed. But we'd only be hanging out in his suite my mind argued.
In no time at all we reach the 33rd floor according to the elevator. Javon removes what seems to be a key card from the elevator control panel and the doors open up. Still remaining silent we walk to the end of the corridor until we come to a standstill.
“This is Mr. Jackson’s suite” Javon says politely.
“Have a good evening Miss” he says as he turns and walks back towards the way we came.
As I take a deep breath I bring my knuckles up to the door and knock on it gently. I wait for a few seconds and when there appears to be no answer I knock a bit louder. Once again I realize that I’m holding my breath. "God girl breathe", I tell myself as the door begins to unlock from the inside.
As the door opens, I smell him before I see him. His scent permeates my senses and a quick flashback to the club reminds me of his musky aroma.
He’s wearing the biggest smile ever but at the same time he seems quite timid. Taking in my appearance I see a small smirk of approval appear as he leans in to give me a hug.
We make small chit-chat for the next fifteen minutes or so as he quickly gives me a tour of the suite. "Fu*k this must be the high rollers suite", I think to myself as I take in the spacious marble foyer with a huge glass chandelier hanging from above. As we make our way into the living room, my vision is immediately drawn to the fireplace which appears to be on?! What the hell? We’re in a desert and he has the fire on? He must have realized what I was thinking because he chuckles and tells me that he likes the ambiance its creates but to counteract the heat he keeps the AC turned up. I laugh at his reasoning but I guess if it was me staying in this suite, I too would probably have the fireplace going full blast.
Also in this suite is an L-shaped, sunken, full service bar with seating for up to six people, a formal dining room which is separated by floor-to-wall glass doors, an outdoor solarium with water features, a master bedroom and a guest bedroom but most impressively a view to die for. The floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows are offering the most spectacular view of the sun setting into the purple night sky.
I feel like I’m getting a small glimpse into...what’s that saying again? Oh yeah, “How the other half live?”
For the next two and a half hours we: munch on the humongous pizza I had brought with me, drink a bottle of red wine to wash the pizza down with and watch with fascination (on the 50 inch plasma TV in front of us) Heath Ledger and Christian Bale battle it out in the Dark Knight. Needless to say Mike was more than pleased with my comic-book inspired DVD choice (even though he had already seen this movie twice), as we sat side by side on the sofa.
With every glass of wine we drank we both seemed to relax that little bit more. So much so, that by the time the movie was over, Mike had placed his left arm around my shoulder and my head was resting against his chest. With us seated in this position our conversation began to flow like it did each time we spoke on the telephone. I quickly realized that we both found it easier to talk this way when we didn’t have to make much eye contact.
As we successfully finished our second bottle of red, we had ventured into flirtation territory. I had placed my hand on his thigh and he had started to rub my arm slowly up and down with his open palm. Like I said before, I’m not a heavy drinker but at this moment in time I was really enjoying the buzzing effect that this drink was having on me.
Feeling brave, for some reason I wanted to sway our conversation towards a naughtier topic. Maybe it was the effects of the wine or maybe it was the tingling feeling I was getting in-between my legs but I needed to go there.
Turning my head to finally look up into his eyes, I say huskily “so tell me one of your dirty jokes again.”
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