Forced Tales: The Chronicles
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S through Z › Secretary
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,622
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own The Secretary, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Forced Tales: The Chronicles
You’re Heaven or Your Hell
It was a windy evening in Edinburgh, Scotland. Olivvia had a business meeting the next day, and the rest of her five day trip was going to be spent sight seeing. Today all she had to do was check into the hotel. The cab pulled into the drive way of the Waldorf-Historia.
A very tall dark and handsome man came down to the front desk at the Waldorf-Historia.
TALL DARK AND HANDSOME: “Excuse me, but are there any messages for room 415?”
DESK CLERK 1: “One moment sir.”
Olivvia tipped the cap driver, and handed the bellboy her heavy suitcase. She carried her overcoat and briefcase to the front desk.
DESK CLERK 2: “Welcome to the Waldorf-Astoria. Checking in Miss?”
OLIVVIA: “Yes, Olivvia Daae.”
Olivvia was standing about six feet away from the tall dark and handsome stranger, but he could still smell her vanilla perfume. She couldn’t have been more then 5’7 to his 6’6. Her hair was long, curly, and jet black. Her skin a caramel brown, with a shimmering glow. Her eyes where a hazel amethyst, and her carves begged to be caressed. She didn’t look in his direction. He was glade. Those thoughts began to rise again. He’d only done it a few times to women that weren’t important. But this girl, she looked the business type.
DESK CLERK 2: “Miss Daae, you have the luxury business suet.”
He was right.
OLIVVIA: “Yes that right.”
She was an American. Somewhere from the south. She looked home grown, and she had the voice of a teenager, no more then about 17.
DESK CLERK 2: “Ok, here’s your room key.”
He snuck a look. Room 308. Two floors below his.
DESK CLERK 1: “Sir… Sir?”
TALL DARK AND HANDSOME: “Huh, oh yes.”
DESK CLERK 1: “your messages sir.”
TALL DARK AND HANDSOME: “Oh, thank you.”
DESK CLERK 2: “I hope you enjoy your stay with us Miss Daae.”
OLIVVIE: “Thank you.”
She took her key, and headed to the elevators. Eight floors later she was standing in front of her door of her room for the next few days. She opened the door to the spacious suite. Her suitcase was already in her room. It was just after sundown when she finished unpacking. She pulled out a long silk black night gown, and laid it on the bed. She started to undress to get into the shower.
He thought it would be hard to get in, but she must have forgotten to lock the door. There was no light on the other side of the door so he let himself in. He could hear water running. Then a sound like something blocking it. She must have just gotten in. He thought. He had some time. He locked the door behind him. It made a loud clink, he hoped she didn’t hear.
God the water felt good. Just what she needed after an eight hour flight.
It was a windy evening in Edinburgh, Scotland. Olivvia had a business meeting the next day, and the rest of her five day trip was going to be spent sight seeing. Today all she had to do was check into the hotel. The cab pulled into the drive way of the Waldorf-Historia.
A very tall dark and handsome man came down to the front desk at the Waldorf-Historia.
TALL DARK AND HANDSOME: “Excuse me, but are there any messages for room 415?”
DESK CLERK 1: “One moment sir.”
Olivvia tipped the cap driver, and handed the bellboy her heavy suitcase. She carried her overcoat and briefcase to the front desk.
DESK CLERK 2: “Welcome to the Waldorf-Astoria. Checking in Miss?”
OLIVVIA: “Yes, Olivvia Daae.”
Olivvia was standing about six feet away from the tall dark and handsome stranger, but he could still smell her vanilla perfume. She couldn’t have been more then 5’7 to his 6’6. Her hair was long, curly, and jet black. Her skin a caramel brown, with a shimmering glow. Her eyes where a hazel amethyst, and her carves begged to be caressed. She didn’t look in his direction. He was glade. Those thoughts began to rise again. He’d only done it a few times to women that weren’t important. But this girl, she looked the business type.
DESK CLERK 2: “Miss Daae, you have the luxury business suet.”
He was right.
OLIVVIA: “Yes that right.”
She was an American. Somewhere from the south. She looked home grown, and she had the voice of a teenager, no more then about 17.
DESK CLERK 2: “Ok, here’s your room key.”
He snuck a look. Room 308. Two floors below his.
DESK CLERK 1: “Sir… Sir?”
TALL DARK AND HANDSOME: “Huh, oh yes.”
DESK CLERK 1: “your messages sir.”
TALL DARK AND HANDSOME: “Oh, thank you.”
DESK CLERK 2: “I hope you enjoy your stay with us Miss Daae.”
OLIVVIE: “Thank you.”
She took her key, and headed to the elevators. Eight floors later she was standing in front of her door of her room for the next few days. She opened the door to the spacious suite. Her suitcase was already in her room. It was just after sundown when she finished unpacking. She pulled out a long silk black night gown, and laid it on the bed. She started to undress to get into the shower.
He thought it would be hard to get in, but she must have forgotten to lock the door. There was no light on the other side of the door so he let himself in. He could hear water running. Then a sound like something blocking it. She must have just gotten in. He thought. He had some time. He locked the door behind him. It made a loud clink, he hoped she didn’t hear.
God the water felt good. Just what she needed after an eight hour flight.