Three or Four Years Earlier.... Rio De Janeiro: The Copacabana Palace Hotel

[enduringcharm]

Walking into the crowded bar, I surveyed the room quickly. 3 cameras; each in their own corner, and a lone security guard who didn't look like he could be more than a ten second problem for me. Fat, bald, a five star hotel could do better if they were willing to be a little more generous

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[enduringcharm]

"Hotel?"

Hotel means sex. Sam wants to go have sex with me. I thought he liked the blue chick a little while ago, so this is an improvement. All of the kissing made me think that we were going to end up back at the hotel, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't want to embarrass myself by assuming things either. It was a safe assumption and all, but maybe Sam just liked kissing. Sharing kisses.

And tongues, thinking back on it.

"Unless you don't want to."

If I tell him I want to, I think I'm admittiing defeat. I'll have to say it without saying it if I want to be able to tell him he started it tomorrow morning.

"Well, let's go back to the Palace. We can take it from there."

I think I said enough. I didn't say I wanted to, I didn't say I don't want to. I said that we can go back to our hotel and see what happens. And if what happens involves a lot of sex, then so be it and good for me for getting laid on the job.

I wonder if I could get fired for this.

Nah, they'd get one look at him and be proud of me.

I kissed Sam to reassure him of what I wanted, then took his hand and starting walking back the way we came.

It's going to be a long walk.

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"Well, let's go back to the Palace. We can take it from there."

This better not turn out to be one of those moments where she's screwing with my head. I had one too many of those before, I'd like now to be really different, if I've got a say in the whole thing.

... Reassurance. I like that. That means she's not screwing with me. That I could get really used to.

This walk back is going to be too freakin' long. Why'd they have to put the hotel and the parade so far apart? It's inhuman. Freakin' barbaric. And other words that talk about cruelty... and God am I just little bit drunk.

Where's the Palace again?

Yeah... that way looks good... she seems to know what she's doing... I'll just follow her. That works out.

And there it is. It's pretty to look at when you know what's going to happen inside. "Where's your room?" I asked as we headed in. Please let there not be a lot of freakin' stairs involved. I remember what it was like working with those too.

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"Where's your room?"

"Three oh eight. Third floor."

And now there's a whole issue with my key. That was smart of me, wasn't it?

I sighed and headed into the lobby. A few people turned their heads to us when we came in, which I'm guesssing had something to do with my lack of any real clothing. I went up to the desk and asked the man for a spare key. Then I waited ten minutes while he found it for me, all the while thinking that Sam was probably kicking himself for not leaving the parade with the blue girl.

She'd have the job done by now.

"Sorry. I guess I left my key in my clothes." I laughed and started for the elevator, getting there first, and pressed the button. By the time the doors opened Sam caught up to me and we stepped in, completely alone.

Okay, so this is tempting but...aren't their cameras? Not that I'd be bothered by that, but three floors isn't much of a wait.

Unless you're insane, like us.

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"Three oh eight. Third floor."

I can't behave myself for that many stairs, we're taking the freakin' elevator.

I watched Carly head over to the desk, and couldn't help not liking the way the guy there and just about every other guy in the room was looking at her. They want something to stare at, I know of a Blue and Sparkly who would keep their attention.

"Sorry. I guess I left my key in my clothes."

She's on the move. Christ does she move fast when she's drunk, that's really not fair. Ontop of that, she got a head start, because I'm not entirely sure I registered she had the key for a split second because I was too busy trying to figure out how to kill the guys staring at her.

"Don't worry about it."

I caught up to her right before the door closed, and looked around once we were inside. Yeah, cameras... not too long a wait... okay yeah a really freakin' long wait, but still...

By the time I was done considering, the door was already open. That works. I let her go ahead of me, trying to keep control of myself as I waited for her to open the door.

Please let her not be too drunk to open the freakin' thing, the last thing I need is to have to do it myself. Especially since I'm not sure that I can.

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I stopped in front of my door and hesitated for a minute, trying to figure out the best way to put the key in. I think I've had too much to drink for the normal way to be easy, and Sam probably has too. Kneeling in front of the door so that I was eye level with the lock, I slide the key in easily and turned it to open the door.

Bingo.

I got up, ignoring what Sam was probably thinking about my choice way to drunkenly open a door, and let him in. I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, closed, and locked it.

Privacy at last. It took us too long to get it, but at least we have it now.

Alright Sam, make a move. I did say we'd go back to the hotel and take it from there. Now would be a good time to take it somewhere.

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Open the door open the door open the door open the door...

It's opened. One obstacle down. Now I just have to wait for her to actually shut the door. Everything is going too slow here. Is she doing this on purpose?

No, that look right there, that is the part that's on purpose. That look of 'well here I am, what are you going to do about it?'. That look drives me absolutely nuts, in more ways than one.

Do I talk? No... Talking's done with. And I'm going to have to find a way to get rid of the gun I've got in the back of my jeans without her actually noticing. Nothing I haven't done before, but still, it's absolute crap to try and keep your attention on the girl and the gun at the same time.

Split second descision Howell, how do you work this. I kissed her, mainly to keep her busy, and started the shuffle to the bed. Once I was close enough, I dropped the gun, keeping it quiet as I kicked it under the bed.

One down. Do I have anything else on me? It's kind of hard to think right now...

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Damnit, I should not be so distracted right now. We should have stayed at the parade. We could have had sex there, and I wouldn't be so worried about having everything concealed. Like the device. I'm wondering if I put it in my suitcase or left it out in the open. I really think I put it away, but I'm not sure. And there's a gun taped to the back of the head board that would pretty much kill the mood if it fell out of place.

I cant even let myself think about the knives. I mean, there's probably no reason for him to start looking through my stuff, but know that they're there while Sam's...here, is not a comfort nor a turn on.

...I am supposed to be in advertising. I could say they're the product or...something.

Shit, these thoughts shouldn't be going through my head. I am really, truly screwed up.

Oh crap. How the hell am I supposed to explain being registered as Jennifer Jones?

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Okay, as far as I can think about right now, which isn't much but whatever, all I had was the gun. That works, I don't want to have to kick too many things under the bed, she'd notice eventually.

Is it just me, or is she distracted too? Maybe I'm just too out of it to actually know the difference. And with where her hands are going, I'm really glad I just got rid of the gun.

Really... Really... Really glad.

Okay, clearly she's not distracted anymore. And since I know the gun is far enough, I can stop caring now. That's really great. I really really like that.

I broke the kissing just long enough to get my shirt over my head, and tried hard not to trip as I worked on hers. And now let's see if I still remember that spot on her neck...

There it is.

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I could say Jennifer is my boss, and this is all some crazy mix up. She was supposed to come and work on this deal, but due to some sudden family emergency--no, unexpected boyfriend issues, she got into a fight with her boyfriend and was so worn out from arguing with him that she wasn't in the right place emotionally and couldnt meet with anyone. Her secretary forgot to change the reservations from Jennifer Jones to Caroline Greene, and I haven't had the time to fix the error.

Right. Good.

Now I should probably get these heels off before they give him a bad memory of me. As far as I can remember Sam wasn't into getting himself killed while having sex. It would kill the fun among other things.

Oh, okay. I'll say I think they're kinky and wear them for the rush.

I think I'm covered.

Nope. No more camisole. Scratch the thought about being covered. He ripped it too. I heard the tear. Whether he meant to or not, that's incredibly sexy. I never thought Sam would be the kind of guy to rip my clothes off.

I gasped when Sam brought his lips against the pulse point in my neck. He's not playing fair at all, bringing out the weaknesses so soon is almost like cheating.

Can't have that. Not from him. I'm the one who pulls that shit.

"You're not playing by the rules."

I flipped us in one quick move. Either Sam was expecting it or wanting it because the look on his face revealed that he was nothing less than a happy Sam.

Foreplay is nice and all, but I'm the cheater.

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"You're not playing by the rules."

Things change, I'm going to do something that's unfair every once in a while.

... And that never changes. I grinned and leaned up after she flipped us over, kissing her. "You want an apology?"

Yeah, this was the usual, and more what I'm used to with her. Control. I'm a lot less used to giving it up than I was last time we did this, but I think I can do it again.

And why am I randomly thinking about her maybe hearing that I'm here under David Nichols instead of Sam Howell? Why am I randomly thinking about that now?

Oh screw it, what do I care? I'll play it off if I have to. Obviously I can get away with lying to her this time around, and while I feel bad, I could still sorta get used to it. She used to bust me way too easily before. Now she'll have to work at it.

When she's not working at this, of course.

This. Sex with her and me. Another thing I could get used to all over again.