time.” David turned to Charlotte, his face shining with wonder. “Your friends are amazing…the stories…the foul language…the wisdom.” He shook his head. “I had a great time. I can see why you love this place.”
Charlotte smiled as she headed to the old wooden trunk in front of the large picture window next to the door. “They’re great gals,” Charlotte said as she pulled out a set of sheets and a blanket. “Like I told you earlier, they’re like family to me.”
“Thank you for this. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
Charlotte nodded. “I’m glad you had a good time. Of course, after I show you where you’ll be sleeping, you may be cursing me.”
Charlotte waited for David to grab his backpack before she led him down a small, narrow hallway. She opened the door to a bedroom and turned the light on.
“This is your room. It’s pretty small, but it’ll do the job.” Charlotte handed David the bedding from the trunk, which he accepted. “Sorry it’s not the Waldorf.”
David looked around the small bedroom, the only décor a full-sized bed and a tiny wooden nightstand with a wind-up face clock.
“After cramping around in the back seat of your car, this feels like the Waldorf. “ He sat the linens down on the bed. “Thanks again. For everything.”
“Sure.” Charlotte turned to go, but then glanced back. “Do you need some help making the bed?”
“You’ve done more than enough. I can manage.”
Charlotte crossed back and began to unfurl the sheets. “Come on. Two sets of hands will go faster than one.” David complied, and they had the bed made in a matter of seconds. Charlotte stood awkwardly in front of David, not sure what to say next.
“Good night then.” she blushed and left him alone.
“Good night.” He said as Charlotte closed the door.
Charlotte went back into the front room and retrieved her bags. She could hear David moving around in his room next to hers as she rummaged around for some pajamas. She extracted an oversized flannel night shirt and her toiletries bag. Charlotte clamped her hair back into an oversized barrette and brushed her teeth. She was about to turn out the light when she turned to stare at herself in the mirror. She ran a finger over the minute lines around her eyes and mouth, giving them a critical examination before she stepped back and looked down at her flannel shirt.
“Sexy,” she muttered sarcastically before she tiptoed toward her bedroom door. She eased the door open and walked toward the kitchen. Though it had been a long day and night, Charlotte was still wound up. She didn’t feel quite like going to bed just yet, so she decided to have one more little glass of wine to settle her down. She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and went in search of the bottle of red she knew was hanging out somewhere. She opened a few doors and then spotted it on the top shelf of the pantry. She stood on her tip-toes to reach it, but the bottle was just out of her grasp.
“Damn,” she whispered in frustration. She went to pull one of the kitchen chairs over when she was startled by the sound of David’s voice.
“Let me,” he offered. “What is it you need?”
“You like scaring me, don’t you?” she teased. “The wine on the top shelf.”
He grinned at her and retrieved the bottle. “Nightcap?” he winked.
“Yeah. I’m not tired enough yet. Can I get you one?”
“Sure; why not?” he replied.
She poured two glasses, and they moved to the small living room. David sat in an overstuffed black leather chair across from the couch, while Charlotte went back into the trunk for a blanket to throw over her legs.
“Still chilly, huh?” David asked as he sipped his wine.
Charlotte nodded. “I get cold really easy. There’s a reason I live in California.”
As Charlotte settled onto the couch and adjusted the blanket, she stole another look at David. She was still in awe over how beautiful he was. He wore a pair of gray
Charlotte smiled as she headed to the old wooden trunk in front of the large picture window next to the door. “They’re great gals,” Charlotte said as she pulled out a set of sheets and a blanket. “Like I told you earlier, they’re like family to me.”
“Thank you for this. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
Charlotte nodded. “I’m glad you had a good time. Of course, after I show you where you’ll be sleeping, you may be cursing me.”
Charlotte waited for David to grab his backpack before she led him down a small, narrow hallway. She opened the door to a bedroom and turned the light on.
“This is your room. It’s pretty small, but it’ll do the job.” Charlotte handed David the bedding from the trunk, which he accepted. “Sorry it’s not the Waldorf.”
David looked around the small bedroom, the only décor a full-sized bed and a tiny wooden nightstand with a wind-up face clock.
“After cramping around in the back seat of your car, this feels like the Waldorf. “ He sat the linens down on the bed. “Thanks again. For everything.”
“Sure.” Charlotte turned to go, but then glanced back. “Do you need some help making the bed?”
“You’ve done more than enough. I can manage.”
Charlotte crossed back and began to unfurl the sheets. “Come on. Two sets of hands will go faster than one.” David complied, and they had the bed made in a matter of seconds. Charlotte stood awkwardly in front of David, not sure what to say next.
“Good night then.” she blushed and left him alone.
“Good night.” He said as Charlotte closed the door.
Charlotte went back into the front room and retrieved her bags. She could hear David moving around in his room next to hers as she rummaged around for some pajamas. She extracted an oversized flannel night shirt and her toiletries bag. Charlotte clamped her hair back into an oversized barrette and brushed her teeth. She was about to turn out the light when she turned to stare at herself in the mirror. She ran a finger over the minute lines around her eyes and mouth, giving them a critical examination before she stepped back and looked down at her flannel shirt.
“Sexy,” she muttered sarcastically before she tiptoed toward her bedroom door. She eased the door open and walked toward the kitchen. Though it had been a long day and night, Charlotte was still wound up. She didn’t feel quite like going to bed just yet, so she decided to have one more little glass of wine to settle her down. She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and went in search of the bottle of red she knew was hanging out somewhere. She opened a few doors and then spotted it on the top shelf of the pantry. She stood on her tip-toes to reach it, but the bottle was just out of her grasp.
“Damn,” she whispered in frustration. She went to pull one of the kitchen chairs over when she was startled by the sound of David’s voice.
“Let me,” he offered. “What is it you need?”
“You like scaring me, don’t you?” she teased. “The wine on the top shelf.”
He grinned at her and retrieved the bottle. “Nightcap?” he winked.
“Yeah. I’m not tired enough yet. Can I get you one?”
“Sure; why not?” he replied.
She poured two glasses, and they moved to the small living room. David sat in an overstuffed black leather chair across from the couch, while Charlotte went back into the trunk for a blanket to throw over her legs.
“Still chilly, huh?” David asked as he sipped his wine.
Charlotte nodded. “I get cold really easy. There’s a reason I live in California.”
As Charlotte settled onto the couch and adjusted the blanket, she stole another look at David. She was still in awe over how beautiful he was. He wore a pair of gray
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