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Across Cane River 3/10/2011 9:22:11 PM
Struggling up the steps laden with luggage and dragging the rest up the steps were three beautiful ladies.
"Don't let the door close."
"I got it, here, give me that bag."
"That's okay, I've got it."
"I wonder where the bellmen are?"
"They're never around when you need them."
Simone was the first to clear the doorway and began to organize her bag away from the others. Paulette was next, adding hers to the pile near the grandfather clock. While Michelle brought up the rear, Paulette went to the desk to check in. Simone found a seat on a bench near the giant planter. The fragrance of magnolias filled her head and made her dizzy. The hustle and bustle in the lobby made her edgy and impatient. She looked aroung to see if there was something else to do; seeing nothing she sighed and relaxed a little.
Across the lobby, he was watching the three ladies with particular interest, especially the one seated on the bench. She turned her head toward him just as the elevator door opened. Instead of taking the elevator, he walked over to the sofa, sat down and opened his newspaper. His heavy eyebrows arched mischievously. He continued to watched her while he pretended to read his paper. A phrase slipped from his lips; 'Knock my socks off.' Her aloofness was intriguingly apparent. She did not appear to have noticed him. She was beautiful, he thought. Her skin looked like velvet, smooth as milk chocolate. Chocolate was quickly becomming his sweet of choice, especially as of now. This was better than a snickers.
Paulette finally reached the desk, registered, picked up the key to a room over looking Rue Royal, then joined her companions, still no bellman and no luggage cart. Once again, they started gathering bags etc., dropping things trying to head for the elevator. When out of nowhere, appeared a cart, accompanied by a tall, strikingly handsome, well dressed cowboy.
"Jacque Lawrence at your service," the voice was deep, resonant and a little lazy; Paulette looked up into warm brown eyes.
"Thank you."
Michelle had already begun to stack bag after bag onto the cart....
More Blogs by Thomasena Martin-Johnson • Food For Thought - Sunday, August 11, 2013 • SCAM!!! - Sunday, August 11, 2013 • Across Cane River - Thursday, March 10, 2011
