Alicia poured the steaming cup of coffee into the mug she found in the kitchen cabinet. After filling it to the rim, she carried the mug to the window that overlooked the city. Sipping at the hot drink, her eyes blindly looked at the city that was coming to life. She usually wasn't like this in the morning, but she had a strange feeling of emptiness in her belly. An emptiness that she couldn't explain.
Wandering
back to the kitchen, she re-read the note that Mark had left for her, checking
to see if he had left a time that he would be back. She wanted to
ask him why she had awoke in the bed instead of in the chair with her muscles
sore. She didn't want to ask him just that one question. She
had a million questions running through her head that she had been dying
to ask him. She would soon have her answers to some of her questions
for at that moment Mark burst into the room.
She suddenly
wished that she would of gone to the hotel rooms of the other women who
worked in the WWF to find some clothes, but she didn't and she didn't think
that it was very presentable to greet him wearing only a bathrobe tied
loosely around her waist and the shirt that he had let her borrow.
Despite the embarrassment of being seen looking like a mess, when she saw
him she didn't think that her appearance was half as bad as she thought.
To put it lightly, Mark looked like he had accidentally walked into a tornado.
His long
black hair had been once pulled back, but was now sticking out every which
way. His face was flushed and his loose tank top and pants were drenched
with sweat. He was standing in the doorway trying to catch his breath
and looking at her. He quickly moved into the room and closed the
door. While she held her mug in a death grip, he made his way to
the kitchen, smelling the coffee. He ran a hand over his hair and
looked from the coffee to her.
"I'm gonna get a quick shower. Mind saving some of that for me?" he asked, looking back to the fragrent coffee. She shook her head in a silent 'No' and he turned, heading for the bathroom. As soon as the door closed she let out the breath she had been holding in.
She hadn't expected him to say much since he was a man of few words. She found herself staring at the bathroom, listening to the running water. She shook her head slightly and turned to the sink, pouring her cold coffee down the drain. She ended up wandering back to the chair and sat down, remaining there until Mark emerged from the bathroom, dressed only in a bathrobe identical to hers.
The first thing she did was avert her eyes away from him and glued them to the floor. She could hear him move into the bedroom and rummage around in his bags until he found whatever he was looking for and returned to the bathroom. Only a minute later, he again appeared dressed and presentable. She only looked up when she heard him pour coffee into a mug. He wore a vest and pants with boots and all were black. She briefly wondered if he owned any clothing that wasn't dark in color.
Mark joined her in the room, sitting down in the chair across the table from her. Both were silent until she finally said something.
"Mark, I've been meaning to ask something." She said quietly, but clearly.
He promptly stood up and turned away from her, not saying a word. It almost looked like he wanted to run to the door since he walked so fast. She was surprised that he didn't spill any of the coffee, but confused about why he was leaving in such a hurry.
"Mark wait!" She said as she stood up, but didn't follow him.
He stopped, but did not turn around. He had hoped that he could avoid the questions he knew that his angel was going to ask, but he knew that soon she would want to know, but not yet. He had hoped that he could spend more time with her. Just a little more time with his angel. "I will be back soon." With that said, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
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When Mark returned, he wasn't alone. Behind him was a lively and smiling Ivory. Her arms were full of her clothes and she grabbed Alicia's hand and pulled her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them. Mark left the room with only the slight hint of a smile on his face and headed to the lobby to find Alicia's bags. Meanwhile back in the hotel room, clothes covered the entire bedroom. Alicia was thrown into one outfit then into another. When Ivory finally decided on an outfit that seemed to fit Alicia the best, only then did she allow her to look in the mirror.
She was dressed in a low cut tight white shirt and tight black leather pants. The clothes were uncomfortable and the shirt was cut too low for her taste and she would have killed for a T-shirt and jeans, but they would have to do. She had just begun to thank Ivory, but the hyperactive girl only grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom and out of the hotel room, down the hallway, and to the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. Alicia had a minute to catch her breath before Ivory pulled her out of the elevator and led her to the lobby desk. The lobby was empty, save for Mark who was busy talking on his cell phone. He turned at the sound of them approaching and stopped talking to whoever was on the other end of the line.
His angel was a vision of loveliness. The tight clothes perfectly outlined her small body. Her shirt hinted at the treasures she owned and the pants accented her long legs. He realized that he was staring at her and quickly raised his eyes to hers. He ended the phone conversation and held his hand out towards her.
"I've found your bags. They're waiting for you at the next arena. If we leave early, we can pick them up and take them to the next hotel." He said.
Eager to see if her things were okay, she slipped her hand into his and together they left the hotel, not knowing that Val and Paul were watching them leave from the glass elevator. Paul turned to Val.
"Every thing seems to be going to plan!"
Val just
smiled.
Copyright 2000 by Lady Serria