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Date Posted: Monday, September 20, 05:15:45am
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Jennifer S and Loveroy's New Story
's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts" on Thursday, August 05, 12:16:30am
Michael and Nikita now moved through the sliding glass doors of the hotel to a crowd of agitated people. Customers demanding rooms and front desk personnel advising that there were none available filled the lobby to the brim. People were camping out on the plush sofas and chairs and surprisingly the hotel restaurants were staying opened to accommodate those there stranded. The line to the frustrated clerks at the front desk was 20 deep and Michael looked at Nikita who had removed his coat along with her wet lab coat and was now biting her nails anxiously.
“Well?” He asked when they heard yet another group being refused as they begged the clerk for accommodations.
“Mr. Samuelle, I really appreciate your offer, but I can stay down here and find space on the floor if necessary.” She said while shivering from the cold dampness that had settled into her bones.
“Nonsense, I have a two bedroom suite, you can surely use one.” Michael said and seeing her apprehensiveness added, “Look, I will stay in one of the rooms, you can lock yourself in the other bedroom. There are two bathrooms, think about it, you can take a hot shower; I’ll even loan you some clothes. There is a living room and dining table; we can order room service. I won’t even see you until we hear that the storm has passed if that is what you want. Don’t be foolish.”
She breathed a sigh of relief at his posture and answered, “Okay, but only…”
Michael sighed trying to alleviate her trepidation and asked sarcastically, “What’s the interest rate here in Canada on short term loans?”
Exasperated, Michael only wanted to go to his room, change clothes and have a glass of wine, and was grateful when they were finally moving towards the elevator banks. Concerned with the total chaos they left behind in the lobby and while the couple waited by the elevator, Michael picked up a house phone. Dialing room service he ordered whatever came to mind – chicken-salad sandwiches, steak and fries, breadbaskets, cheese plates and deserts. Nikita smiled and understood why he had ordered all the food, she surmised he wanted to insure they would have enough food if by chance the storm lasted a while.
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