Chasing Amber
Amber held a newspaper above her head, trying to shield her makeup from the rain. She regretted leaving the office without her umbrella, but the sun had been shining when she set out for the short mile walk to her destination so she hadn't thought about it. She was only about a block away when the downpour started.
She finally reached the front doors of the hotel, and discarded the paper in the trash can that stood just outside. She walked in and checked her makeup in one of the mirrors that decorated the lobby. While it was fine, she was distressed to see that her lightweight summer dress was soaked through and almost transparent in places. Her nipples stood erect as the air conditioned temperature of the lobby cut through the wet fabric that clung to her body. She sighed and attempted to at least make sure her hair looked decent since there was nothing she could do about her clothing.
Amber looked toward the hotel restaurant and took a deep breath. She didn't want to walk in looking the way she did, but knew that she had to. She was already later than she wanted to be because of the rain and would anger the client if she kept him waiting while she attempted to dry her dress. Her heels clicked on the expensive stone floor as she strode toward the podium where the host stood.
"Reservation for two," Amber said curtly to the host as she tried to keep his eyes from straying to her wet dress. "I'm meeting a Mr. Adam Ochee."
The host glanced at a book open on the podium. "Yes, I have your reservation here. Mr. Ochee has not arrived yet. Shall I show you to your table while you wait?"
Amber nodded. "Please."
Amber could feel the eyes of the men in the restaurant on her as she walked through, still dripping slightly. She was used to it, her hourglass figure and red hair caught more attention than she wanted to admit, but the added addition of perky nipples poking through the thin fabric seemed to heighten the attraction.
The host seemed to sense her discomfort and seated her in a secluded corner out of the direct path of the air conditioning. "Shall I call up to Mr. Ochee's room and let him know that you have arrived?"
"Yes, please," Amber replied, trying to smile pleasantly.
“Your name?”
“Amber Osborne.”
The host nodded and disappeared back toward the front of the restaurant. Amber thought about making her way to the restroom in the lobby to try and dry herself slightly, but the thought of walking past all the men in the restaurant again made her self conscious and she decided to stay seated.
Amber barely had a chance to pick up her menu when a busboy appeared to take her drink order. She requested a glass of water, and was still perusing the choices when it appeared. She set down her menu again and sipped at the water.
She looked around the restaurant and noticed that all of the men except one had returned to paying attention to their own business. The one left was a handsome man, dressed in a dark blue suit and even from across the room she could tell that he worked out to keep in shape. She wondered who he was meeting when she saw two two menus at his table.
Amber made a show of looking at her watch and was genuinely distressed to note that her appointment was fifteen minutes late. She could see the host approaching again and then he was distracted by somebody who appeared to be from the front desk. Heads nodded and then the desk clerk made his way to where she was sitting.
"Ms. Osborne?"
Amber looked at him and nodded. "Yes?"
"I'm afraid that Mr. Ochee will be unable to make today's meeting. He just called from Chicago and his flight was canceled due to weather. He indicated that he would call your office to reschedule once he makes it into town."
Amber nodded again and thanked the clerk. Once the man was walking away she slumped into her seat. She was still trying to decide if she should head back to the office in the rain or eat first when a man approached her table.
"Rough
Amber held a newspaper above her head, trying to shield her makeup from the rain. She regretted leaving the office without her umbrella, but the sun had been shining when she set out for the short mile walk to her destination so she hadn't thought about it. She was only about a block away when the downpour started.
She finally reached the front doors of the hotel, and discarded the paper in the trash can that stood just outside. She walked in and checked her makeup in one of the mirrors that decorated the lobby. While it was fine, she was distressed to see that her lightweight summer dress was soaked through and almost transparent in places. Her nipples stood erect as the air conditioned temperature of the lobby cut through the wet fabric that clung to her body. She sighed and attempted to at least make sure her hair looked decent since there was nothing she could do about her clothing.
Amber looked toward the hotel restaurant and took a deep breath. She didn't want to walk in looking the way she did, but knew that she had to. She was already later than she wanted to be because of the rain and would anger the client if she kept him waiting while she attempted to dry her dress. Her heels clicked on the expensive stone floor as she strode toward the podium where the host stood.
"Reservation for two," Amber said curtly to the host as she tried to keep his eyes from straying to her wet dress. "I'm meeting a Mr. Adam Ochee."
The host glanced at a book open on the podium. "Yes, I have your reservation here. Mr. Ochee has not arrived yet. Shall I show you to your table while you wait?"
Amber nodded. "Please."
Amber could feel the eyes of the men in the restaurant on her as she walked through, still dripping slightly. She was used to it, her hourglass figure and red hair caught more attention than she wanted to admit, but the added addition of perky nipples poking through the thin fabric seemed to heighten the attraction.
The host seemed to sense her discomfort and seated her in a secluded corner out of the direct path of the air conditioning. "Shall I call up to Mr. Ochee's room and let him know that you have arrived?"
"Yes, please," Amber replied, trying to smile pleasantly.
“Your name?”
“Amber Osborne.”
The host nodded and disappeared back toward the front of the restaurant. Amber thought about making her way to the restroom in the lobby to try and dry herself slightly, but the thought of walking past all the men in the restaurant again made her self conscious and she decided to stay seated.
Amber barely had a chance to pick up her menu when a busboy appeared to take her drink order. She requested a glass of water, and was still perusing the choices when it appeared. She set down her menu again and sipped at the water.
She looked around the restaurant and noticed that all of the men except one had returned to paying attention to their own business. The one left was a handsome man, dressed in a dark blue suit and even from across the room she could tell that he worked out to keep in shape. She wondered who he was meeting when she saw two two menus at his table.
Amber made a show of looking at her watch and was genuinely distressed to note that her appointment was fifteen minutes late. She could see the host approaching again and then he was distracted by somebody who appeared to be from the front desk. Heads nodded and then the desk clerk made his way to where she was sitting.
"Ms. Osborne?"
Amber looked at him and nodded. "Yes?"
"I'm afraid that Mr. Ochee will be unable to make today's meeting. He just called from Chicago and his flight was canceled due to weather. He indicated that he would call your office to reschedule once he makes it into town."
Amber nodded again and thanked the clerk. Once the man was walking away she slumped into her seat. She was still trying to decide if she should head back to the office in the rain or eat first when a man approached her table.
"Rough
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