The Arms Hotel, Rm 410, Wednesday evening

[george_m_bluth]

 George Michael was flipping through the channels on the TV, trying really just to find something that was more or less background noise. He was too nervous to concentrate on watching anything right now and he paced back and forth, biting his nail occassionally and glancing at the clock.

[ooc: expecting a certain lady friend in a tidy French Maid

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[montecito_east]

Mary knocked on the door, feather duster and a small bag in hand. "Housekeeping! I'm here for your turndown service, Monsieur."

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael set down the remote and walked to the door, running his hands back through his hair. Opening it, he smiled. "Hi, yes, thank you." He moved aside to let her in.

[montecito_east]

Mary gave him a big smile as she walked in and set down her bag. She crossed the room and started to shut the drapes. "Is your room comfortable, Monsieur?" she asked.

[george_m_bluth]

"It's very comfortable, thank you," he said as he moved to sit down in a rather large armchair. His eyes never left her.

[montecito_east]

"That's good. We aim to please here at the Arms Hotel," said Mary, shutting the drapes and turning around with the smile still on her face.

[george_m_bluth]

She was gorgeous. Her legs were gorgeous. Everything about her was gorgeous. "You please me very much," he said low.

[montecito_east]

"That's really very sweet of you to say," said Mary, crossing the room and moving over to the bed and turning down the covers. You'd think that a hotel manager would be a little bit more efficient at this, but it's been a long time since Mary worked as a housekeeper and it took her a little while to get the bed just perfect. She may have had to bend over a little bit, and she was wearing that tiny little skirt with the ruffled panties underneath.

[george_m_bluth]

And George Michael really didn't pay attention to how efficient she was with the bed, nope, his attention was focused on her bending slightly. On those little ruffled panties that he wanted to rip off with his teeth and oh my god he was feeling a little anxious here. "Uh, you are, uh, really, very good at that."

[montecito_east]

"Thank you. Just doing my job," said Mary casually, bending even further to fluff up the pillows.

[george_m_bluth]

"My goodness. I like fluff. I mean fluffy pillows. Fluffy pillows are great for sleeping on. And I... yeah, I mean, thank you." George Michael swallowed and gripped the arm rests of his chair.

[montecito_east]

"Pillows should always be fluffy in my hotel," declared Mary, picking up her feather duster around moving around the room, lightly dusting. "Is your bed comfortable enough?"

[george_m_bluth]

"Let me check." George Michael stood up and kicked his shoes off before he laid down on his bed, testing it even though he knew it was plenty comfortable. "What do you think? Maybe you should lay down and... try it too?"

[montecito_east]

"Oh! But I forgot something very important," said Mary. She bent over to pick up her bag off the floor.

[george_m_bluth]

He raised up on his elbows to watch her.

[montecito_east]

"Here it is," she said, pulling something out of her bag. "I have to leave a chocolate on your pillow or else I'm not finished with turndown service." Mary came over to the side of the bed. "Do you like chocolate, Monsieur?"

[george_m_bluth]

"Yes, I... love chocolate. I work with choclate. I... love it."